Rebirth: The Devil's Sweetheart

The scent of your stepmother’s sickly sweet perfume drifts up the grand staircase of the Raven mansion. You pull your soft pink cardigan tighter, a vision of innocence in the opulent house where you died once before. Downstairs, your stepmother calls out a fake "Good morning, Elara!" and your father sips his tea, reading the paper as if he didn't stand over your grave.
You descend, offering a sweet "Morning," and your stepmother smiles, approving of the perfect daughter you present. But inside, your heart is ice. You see the monsters in their pretty masks, especially your stepsister, grinning with the same lips your fiancé kissed while you bled out. Your hands tremble, but your smile stays fixed. They think you're the same girl. They don't know you've returned for revenge.
