Chapter 559

“No, she won’t, you said it yourself, she doesn’t like the music, she leaves.” The tunes grow louder and people begin to pass the house in some kind of a trance. They are laughing and muttering to themselves, walking right over the dead as they head in the direction of the music

“The same music every night?” The thick clouds above seem to crackle

“Yes, with food, like a celebration. Every night at