Covered in an unhooded cloak on her outermost layer, the dark-haired, tiny one known as<a class="link link--external" href="https://i.imgur.com/oke59A2.jpg" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Abigail</a>repeatedly twitched her head as she walked towards the castle, rooting herself beside the four other girls. Her footsteps were soft and unnoticeable, to the point that from the perspective of others, she might've teleported there out of the blue. At first glance, one would assume that she wasn't the most sound of individuals. On one hand, it wasn't right to judge a book by its cover. On the other, these assumptions would not be far from the truth.<br/><br/>A light, creepy giggle emerged from her mouth as she gazed upon the stone castle. Abigail was not at all concerned with how the others were reacting to her, for her concerns right now were solely focused on what lay within these castle walls. Within these castle walls had to be an ideal - knowledge, power, godhood, maybe all of it.<br/><br/>Aside from that, not a word was spoken by her, because any words that she wanted to speak were churned to and from the machinations of her mind. As they entered, she briefly turned to the others as her cursed eyes, garnished with the dark circles underneath them, and stared into theirs. If that wasn't the thing that was etched into their minds, it would be her grim grin. Perhaps she could be mistaken for a part of the castle, but not in the same way that Anna Marie thought Vivian was.