EXT. NECROPOLIS-7 – NIGHT
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
Rain hisses on a stained-glass window of a bride. The window is cracked. Behind it, a CORPSE (E.V.E.) sits upright on a stainless-steel slab. Wires dangle from her wrist like torn bouquet ribbons. my error logs felt like hope.”
She turns her head 180 degrees. A single blue LED flickers in her throat. corpse.bride
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.”