E.V.E. (V.O.) “Then a boy with a heart like a skipping hard drive said ‘I do’ to the wrong girl. And for the first time, my error logs felt like hope.”
E.V.E. (V.O.) “I remember everything except my death. Which is ironic, because I remember everyone else’s. Each one tasted like burnt champagne.” corpse.bride
She turns her head 180 degrees. A single blue LED flickers in her throat. corpse.bride