francine. seven. cb1 done.

They found me in the forest on October 31st.

I don't blame whoever left me there for hoping I'd drift off peacefully. People around this part of Seven have their reasons. But I didn't. I cried and cried and cried until someone felt the need to venture deep into the woods in the dead of the night, half hurting for my grief and half desperate for silence. Eventually I was found, wailing and hungry, and they brought me to the old couple that cared for babies nobody else wanted. Named Francine, for their sixth forgotten child, Paragoni the surname they gave to me. Fourteen years and I spent them all desperately trying to get back to the forest, for I heard the cries of the ghosts of Seven in my dreams - the children taken from the forest and slaughtered every year.

Most know all their names. But I know the sounds of all of their screams.