Richie let out a short, jagged laugh and immediately smashed a plate over Eddie’s head. The spell broke. The violence returned, familiar and comforting in its brutality. As Eddie collapsed to the floor and Richie began to scream about the cost of porcelain, the Guest House Paradiso stood silent against the crashing waves—a monument to two souls who would rather destroy each other than face the silence of being alone.
"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." Guest House Paradiso
"Do you ever think about the fish, Eddie?" Richie asked, his voice uncharacteristically soft. Richie let out a short, jagged laugh and