"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