🎬 Scene 1 — Beneath the World, Before the Fire
Far beneath the living world —
deeper than any root, any grave, any prayer —
a forgotten chamber breathed.
The walls were carved from obsidian and bone.
Books lined the shelves — hundreds of them — sealed shut.
Some glowed faintly. Others bled ink from their pages.
All of them pulsed — alive, unnatural — like hearts that never stopped whispering.
Chains hung from the ceiling.
Some broken.
Some still holding what remained of those who came before.
At the center of this cursed library stood a pedestal.
And on it — one black book.
Its leather shimmered like damp skin. No title. No markings.
Just emptiness that stared back if you stared too long.
But inside, on the first page —
faint, written only for those meant to see it:
> "The Gossipers' Karma."
From the shadows…
He watched.
The Demon.
No horns. No tail.
Just a figure of shifting smoke and shadow —
as if regret had taken shape and learned how to smile.
His eyes glowed a muted crimson, like embers buried in ash.
He moved between the shelves slowly, fingers trailing across the spines of the cursed.
Each book had a story.
Each book had a soul.
> "They always come willing," he whispered.
"A little grief, a little hate… and the rest writes itself."
He turned toward the pedestal.
> "And this one… oh, she was special."
He never touched the book.
He didn't need to.
> "She wrote without fear. And in return… I collected the ones she hated."
He gestured slightly — and the other books pulsed, red and faint.
> "Each of these… written by mouths too loud, hearts too broken.
People who thought the blank pages were salvation."
He laughed — low, cruel, echoing.
> "But salvation is just a word for sweet poison."
Then he looked up.
Past the stone.
Past the roots.
To Valmora.
And there it was — cracking at the seams.
Whispers blooming like rot in a ripe fruit.
> "Let them speak."
> "The more they whisper… the louder death answers."
He smiled.
> "It's awake again."
"And she's already returned."
The wind inside the chamber shifted.
Pages fluttered.
Chains rattled softly — like something hungry being stirred.
The Demon turned away, vanishing into smoke —
but his voice remained:
> "The curse never ends.
It just waits… for someone to write again."
---
🎬 Scene 2 — Elina's House – A Sudden Return
Their car screeched to a stop in front of the cottage.
The children were crying in the backseat.
Her husband — pale, shaking.
Once inside—
> "Mama, what was that?! Why were those people screaming?!"
"Was it a monster?"
Elina didn't answer.
She just closed the door.
Locked it.
Then locked it again.
From a shadowy corner in the woods,
a man stood silently… watching.
His eyes gleamed with recognition.
And then — he turned away.
---
🎬 Scene 3 — Bloom Village – Hours Later
The village seemed peaceful…
At first.
But something was wrong.
Too many crows circled above the trees.
Too many shadows stretched longer than they should.
Leo stood outside the inn,
a hand pressed to the cut on his face,
eyes filled with questions.
> "She's alive…"
His breath caught.
> "Elina… I thought you ran."
He stared into the distance —
at the path she took.
And for a moment, he wasn't in Bloom anymore.
He was back in the past.
---
🎞️ Flashback — Thaloria, 50 Years Ago
A loud knock.
A family around a table —
two kids. A mother. A father.
> Father: "Shhh… Did you hear that?"
Mother: "Stay here. I'll check."
The door creaked.
A scream.
A flash of black mist.
Then chaos.
Screams. Blood. Falling bodies.
Young Leo burst through the smoke —
kicked down a door—
The walls inside… were painted red.
> "No… no no no…"
His boots splashed in blood as he ran toward the last scream.
---
🎬 Scene 4 — woman - Room – Present
The same house.
Now quiet.
Now dusty.
In a corner, an old woman sat holding a cracked photo frame.
It was faded…
But clear enough.
Her family.
Once alive.
> "You were all I had…"
Tears slid down her cheeks.
Then—
a whisper from the dark:
> "You should've run when you had the chance."
She gasped — turned —
But no one was there.
Only the wind.
Only her regret.
> "The past... it cuts deeper than any blade."
The woman tilted her head,
a cold smile forming.
Her fingers brushed the edge of a black book beside her — ancient, pulsing faintly.
> "I think… she needs to hear the whisper again.
Hmm?"
The candlelight flickered.
The shadows danced.
And somewhere in Valmora…
Something awakened.
> [BLACK SCREEN]