Far outside the forgotten city sits the rotting remains of a moment not so long ago. The first of her kind now reduced to bones and spirits. In the beginning, she stood as a symbol of innovation, a totem of modern medicine; only for time to reveal her true nature. In her prime she fed on the flesh and blood of her tenants, thrived in the wails of sorrowful souls. However, the secrets that flowed beneath the foundation were what kept her going. It was merely the morals of a new generation that led to her demise. Those who survived moved on without a word, while the rest stayed silent under the untended lawn, remembered by numbers and stones. Though her memory has faded, she still casts a heavy shadow strewn with the image of those she devoured. And her name… is Eloise.