2026-03-04
Sing For the Dead
I, Wendy Lincoln, a singer who performs opera for wraiths only at midnight, once believed that the night opera at the grave ground was merely a meeting with lost souls. Yet, on that night, before the opera stage lights even glowed, a few unwelcome guests appeared. A group of drunken living, led by Calvin Clark, their eyes leering, their words thick with insult. I resisted, only to be crushed by the sharp agony of broken legs, dragged into a car, my life hanging by a thread. Tonight, the opera stage becomes my arena of life and death...收起
