"No. The ones on the plates. They’re just like us. Caught, gutted, and served up to people who don't even know their names."

There was a quiet moment—a rarity in a house built on screams.

"But we're still here, aren't we?" Eddie whispered. "The fish are dead. We're still standing."

Guest — House Paradiso

"No. The ones on the plates. They’re just like us. Caught, gutted, and served up to people who don't even know their names."

There was a quiet moment—a rarity in a house built on screams. Guest House Paradiso

"But we're still here, aren't we?" Eddie whispered. "The fish are dead. We're still standing." Guest House Paradiso