The orphan girl named isabelle

Previously

…A sudden gust of wind rattled the mill’s decaying structure, extinguishing the moonlight that had guided me. Darkness descended, thick and absolute. And in that darkness, I heard it – the distinct sound of footsteps, slow and deliberate, crunching on the debris outside. Someone was here. Someone who knew I was here. The shadowy figure, a presence I had only felt before, was now a chilling reality. The legacy was not just a burden; it was a hunt. And I, Isabelle, the orphan girl, was now the prey.