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Something is wrong with Gravey’s new home.
The elevator rattles with brittle bones spreed atop its roof weighting it down. The packed earth of the courtyard conceals the faint scent of decay to all but her. Footsteps and murmurings echo from the walls—human rats scurrying. No one else seems to notice the invisible traces of blood which still stain the floors here and there.
But Gravey's not a working girl anymore. She spends her days laying in patches of sun, being groomed by her new friend Sevelyn. She fantasizes about biting the parrot that also lives here, somewhere, her squawks sounding through the vents.
She tries to forget.