MiyuDimon

Proloug It was late, the sun had set and the moon had a bright glow to it. The year was 1918, Miyu was ten years old. She had just met her long lost great aunt, apparently on her mother’s side. Miyu was slightly suspicious of this woman, having not heard of her before. However she knew things about her mother that had convinced her parents. Claudia Sylvia Cross was her name. She was an amazing beauty. Brown hair down to the middle of her back, a soft wave to it, almost as if curls adorned it. Her eyes were a reddish tint, it was a bit unnerving when Miyu thought about it. They had a black large ring around the red. Miyu’s mother

It lives inside of us, It breathes, Feeds off of us... It scares us, Never leaving, It haunts us... Why?