W10R

- Where I came from, we don't only trust in one god and one book of rules that mankind cannot follows. We believe in many others superior forces, including those who take cares of the dead. The white people are afraid of my people. They stole our lands and transforme us into slaves, and doesn't allows to have our spiritual view. I crossed the ocean in a chance to learn something new, but here 8 end up. I do whatever I can to come down here, because I must help these souls. It's no hard to get in here, I just have to be myself. Fear nothing! I'm here to help, I can feel how difficult is for you to trust someone like me.
But you? Why are you here, madam? And you, Wolfie, where's your pack leader?

He tried to smile in vain, it was difficult to understand how white males can be so ignorant that hurts even those who brings the life to their kind. Rainmaker closes his eyes and takes a deep breathe, the blue color was the only thing he sees from the girl being protected, pure sadness, and with all the reasons. The Wolf Girl was more difficult to define, his kind and the nature walks in the same hand. Clearly not just a girl raised by a good mother, but does she knows about the magic in herself?

I hold W03Zs hand as she tells her story once again. She sounds so sad and I hate for her to have to bring it all back up over and over. Memories can be so painful. When she finished I turn to Rainmaker cautiously, but look him directly in the eye, though it is very hard to see. "I am a fallen wife. Unfit for society and unwilling to play along."

I say no more, and turn back to W05W. Though I am silent, my thoughts are racing. His tribe? White people? Is this man not of England? I have read many stories of indigenous peoples around the world but due to my imprisonment first in fathers home, then in husbands, I have not met anyone so exotic. I was "lucky" to go out to socialize among gentle society, painted ladies and gentlemen all looking the same, talking the same, dressing the same. How they bored me. I went as little as possible though staying "home" was hardly a better option.

W03Z asks him of Madam Mournington. She senses a maternal quality, and I must take her word for it, as I have never met a colder woman in all my life. But with her acute senses I have no doubt that she is more intuitive than I.

"What is your plan?" I ask. I take interest in this new person's story of living in a tribe and helping one another. It reminds me of a wolf pack. "What tools do you need? If it's a sharp set of teeth, I'm your girl."

He stoped and pondered for a minute. Those girls are completely different from each other, making him more and more sad. Being different wasn't supposed to be something "weird", but all society had issues. Even his tribe had his problems too. The one with the messy hair was really expecting some adventure, but the red hair one wasn't really feeling good about it. He couldn't blame, everybody suffers in differents forms.

— That's rude of my part. I didn't even ask your names, or numbers if you wish. And I don't blame anybody who doesn't want to be part of it. Specially those who aren't comfortable with this idea. You my dear, you don't have to do anything if you don't want.

He tried to sound easy as it could be. He blamed nobody of being suspicious, he was still a man, and also a native. Completely "weird" in victorian eyes. And what he was about to do was even more creepy. But he must end the suffering of the souls.

— I need to make them free. The souls are suffering even more than us. Death should be the ending of the suffering, how sad can be if you aren't free when you are supposed to be? Many girls here were murdered, died of sickness or killed themselves in a wish to be free. Here! Listen!

He took a few steps into the darkness of that wet cell, sitting in one corner, while closing his eyes. He wasn't sure if they could hear, but even in a closed room, the wind howled in pain.

— I need to set them free. I must call for one spirit in particular, the Baron of the Dead. Than he can lead the souls to freedom. But to call him, I need some candles, a crayon, tea leaves and an alcoholic drink.

I have heard the ghosts too. Since the very first day here. I have known ghosts all my life, they follow me.

I pull W03Z close and smooth her hair with my hand. "Of course we will help them, darling." I say quietly. I look to Rainmaker, "When we are released from quarantine we will look for the things you seek. We can bring them to you in the walking yard if you like."

I am still unsure about him, but I care more about the ghosts than my prejudice. They have suffered enough, they have told me since I stepped foot into this dreadful place, and if there is a way to free them at last then I wish to help.


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W11J has the idea that W05W and I can scream in terror and the Chasers will come, but I'm skeptical. The Chasers have never come when we were in danger, so why would they now?

"Hmm..." I murmured. "It's a dirt floor down here, right? Maybe we can dig under the door? There's so many inmates here, I doubt the Chasers would notice if we escaped."

- If you think you are strong enough to dig. Be my fest. To be honest me all alone wouldn't be able to do something like this. But I believe that you are stronger than I can imagine.

There's a bunch of people in quarantines cells. They probably wouldn't notice two missing girls. He closes his eyes for a moment trying to remember the world outside that walls. He was sure there's no light in the main yard, maybe they will get the chance to not been seen. The spirits would help to keep them in the dark.

- But some of my things would be easy to find in those doctors rooms. And maybe the director lady. How are you going to manage to get there? In the yard, the spirits can keep you in the dark, but only the angry ones can throw some objects and make scary noise, but someone so "scientifically" as those doctors, I wouldn't bet if would work.