Felix huddled himself into a ball and lay against the wall, crying. He had no family, no home, no hope. It was all. . .Gone. He was sure to die in here. But the women had something about this closet. Somebody in here. Not somebody, but two people. Felix stood up. “Hello? Is anybody here? Hello?” He wandered around the closet, trying to sense if the closet leaked of any existence. “Hello? I’m not going to hurt you, I’m prisoner as well.” Slowly, two people came out of the dark. They were older than him, but not by much. as far as he could tell, It was two girls. They moved closer to him. “Are you. . .prisoner as well?” Felix nodded. “Yes.” The older of them stepped into view, and Felix gasped. She was glowing a dim blue light. “Yes, this is what happens when she takes our soul.” Felix looked at her frighteningly. “Soul? What does she need that for?” The girl sighed. “If she doesn’t have enough souls to feed on, then she dies.” Felix fought of tears. He had seen his sister die, then his brother, and then the last family member he had ever had. And now he would be like them too. Gone. “How long have you been here?” He asked shakily. The girl shrugged. “2 years, 1 year. You never know when you’re in here.” Felix studied the girl. She had frosty white hair and pale white skin. Her eyes were ice blue. “I’m Myrtle.” She said. Felix frowned. “The white hair. . .You weren’t born with it, were you?” Myrtle shook her head sadly. “No. When you’re in here long enough, you lose your color.” behind the them, the other girl stepped out. Myrtle nodded at her. “She hasn’t been here long, as i expect, since she isn't losing her color. She keeps saying that she has been here long, tough. Losing her mind, i reckon, going crazy inside her mind. Only thing i could get out of her was that her name’s America.” Felix studied america. Unlike myrtle, Her skin was surprisingly it’s natural color, peach. and her hair was blonde. Her eyes were-
“Did the other mother summon you here as well?” Felix asked, taking in the color of her eyes, violet. She looked up from the ground. “Yes. She wanted me to take her place, after so many decades of ruling this place. She was losing power. But when she asked me, i turned her down. Because by doing that, my soul would have turned black. It would have changed. She had once been a wonderful women. Her soul was white. But one day, her soul turned black as she took power after my governess. It was horrible. She,” america took a breath. “She was my mother.”