Charity Dowayne. That's my name, a name that my mother had given when the day I was born. I was a little girl with a blonde hair and a blue with light pink tint eyes. People use to call me a Spoiled Child or a brat because of it. That's why my life was very miserable back then, until now. My old classmates use to throw trashes at me whenever I'm around.
I was 8 when my mother died and now I'm finally 17, so close to be at legal age that soon when I'll become 18 I'll immediately fly across the other countries. Although I still need money... I want to live peacefully as possible but the people around me turned me down. And that was more horrible when my father died last month. Because of a heart attack. Now I'm all alone by myself staying in the streets.
I was just walking around the alleys to find a food, anything or more likely candy wrappers. I turn them into beautiful flower things then sold them to people but often kids around the city. I make $2 dollars a day with it. And at the end of the day I spend them for more candies. Quite boring right?
"Hey, have you heard about ghost?" My friend named Opala was hugging me from my back while we are sitting beside a trashbin.
"What do you mean? Like supernatural things?" I asked. Very confused. Her face turned grimace when I handed her a candy I just bought earlier.
"Yes it is. They said that they can help you out from your problems or whatsoever." She rolled her eyes while eating the sweet lemon candy. "You can summon them with they're favorite things, you just need to do the rules of having to summon them so they can finally be your slave."
My eyes widened. "Really? We can take them?" I turned my head around her. But my smile immediately fell down as soon as she laughed at me "You liar. There's no thing such as those." I said with a frown on my face.
"Oh silly charity. Silly silly charity." She teases. I immediately stood up from my feet then leave her there laughing like a crazy person beside the trashbin. What even in the world is happening these days. I just want to die immediately.
The night grew colder as I walked past the silent streets, my dirty white shoes pressing against the wet pavement. The wind carried the faint scent of sugar and rust—a strange mix that always reminded me of forgotten bakeries and broken memories.
As I wandered further, I noticed an old iron gate half-buried in vines. Behind it stood a large, abandoned house—its windows cracked, its door barely hanging. For some reason, I felt drawn to it. Maybe it was curiosity. Maybe madness. Or maybe it was the smell— faint, but unmistakable—of sugar.
I pushed the door open. Dust floated like glitter in the air, and every step echoed as if the walls were whispering. The floorboards creaked under my feet as I explored the place, picking up random objects—a teacup, an old ribbon, a cracked mirror. Then something caught my eye.
A small table stood near the fireplace, and on it lay a vintage book. Its cover was faded pink, wrapped with a candy-colored ribbon now stiff with age. I brushed off the dust and opened it.
Inside, a letter slipped out—written in strange looping letters I didn't recognize. The ink shimmered faintly, like sugar under sunlight.
"To the one with the sweetest heart, Feed the hollow, and it shall feed you back. But sweetness, once bitten, can never return."
I frowned, tracing the words with my finger. The handwriting was elegant yet unnerving—too perfect, too alive. Turning the pages, I realized it wasn't just a diary. It was a book of summoning—full of sketches, strange sigils, and creatures I'd never seen before.
Most of the pages were filled with symbols that hurt my eyes if I stared too long. But then… one page stood out. A page showing a very blurry image of a boy. It was giving me the creeps.
The image was blurry but there's part of where I can see it clearly. Well not really... His eyes were drawn in black ink that seemed to move, like it was breathing. Beneath the image, written in delicate letters, was a title:
"The Spirit of Gluttony—The Candy Eater."
And below that, smaller words : "He answers only to the sweet. Feed him with candy—or your soul."
I blinked, a chill running down my spine. My hands trembled as I flipped the page, but a small candy rolled from my pocket—landing softly on the paper. Then, the ink… began to move.
The ink didn't just move—It bled...
Lines twisted, melting like syrup, dripping down the page until the words no longer made sense. The scent of sugar grew stronger, too sweet—too heavy. My lungs burned with it.
I stumbled backward as the book's pages fluttered wildly on their own, faster, faster—like something was clawing its way out from between them.
The room grew darker. My hands are now very cold at the moment.
I dropped the book, and it landed open on the floor, glowing faintly with a pale green light. Then, from the light—a smiled appeared.
Not a human smile. It is too wide, too sharp and too many teeth.
It floated in the dark like it was painted in glowing sugar, dripping slowly to the ground. Then another smile. Then two more. Until the walls were filled with them—grinning, melting, whispering things I couldn't understand.
Sweetness… sweetness… sweetness…
My breath hitched. My hand reached out on its own, trembling, and touched the page.
Suddenly, the book's glow exploded.
The windows shattered, wind howling through the cracks. Candies rolled across the floor, melting into syrup. From that syrup rose something tall, monstrous, and unholy—shifting between shadows and flesh, a creature with eyes that spiraled like candy swirls and a grin that could swallow the light itself.
It leaned down until its teeth hovered just above my face, each breath smelling of burnt sugar and decay.
What in the world am I looking at right now...
Then, it spoke—its voice low, deep, and echoing from everywhere at once.
"...Finally, you have set me free."