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“I know that expression. My aunt had it, too. She saw one, when she was young, and she never forgot it. It drove her mad, eventually.”

“Oh, Little Fox. I thought you’d read your father’s journals. I thought you understood what you were chasing.”

There’s no room for love in a heart that can’t even hold itself together.

“Your father once had a friend over, some doctor. Upsetting young British man, about to start running an asylum. There was a coldness to his gaze I didn’t care for. I was bringing drinks up to them, and I overheard your father say that he was well within his rights to divorce me and have me put away forever because I was crazy with grief. But he had resigned himself to taking care of me out of duty.”

You look so sad, pretending to be a person as you walk these streets. Your costume strains at the edges. Your friends don’t see it, but I do.

Because by the time he died, my father was consumed with madness. I thought I would find the work of a brilliant scientist, doctor, and researcher. Instead, his journals detailed occult practices, theories about supernatural creatures walking among us, and outlandish tales of his own efforts to kill them. A genius, reduced to paranoid ramblings about vampires, demons, and monsters.