with every step. The smell of disinfectant mixed with

ts creaked on the rotting wood. The dim emergency light

at in the center of the room, white vapor curling around it

ake tail was coiled tightly around the base. Above it was the pale torso of a man. Harlan Wrigh

Harlan Wright Mental Corruption Index: 30 (Extr

re was set to minus twenty degrees Celsius. It

pressed the stop button,

led the room. The heavy lid began to rise. A cloud of f

eight, bending her knees slightly.

ed. Harlan's ey

een, filled with a cold, calculating madness. He didn't wait for the

like a striking viper, fast and sil

the side, rolling across the dirty floor. The wind from his passing ruffle

im for balance. His forked tongue flicked out,

n rock. "What's the new game? Tired of the s

her pants. She looked him in the eye.

hered forward, his fangs gleaming in the d

he steel and laughed, a harsh, grating sound. He tensed h

e into the heavy wooden workbench beside her. The blade sa

wasn't in the script. She was supposed to attack hi

y. "I swear on my life, from this second o

out laughing. It was a manic, broken sound. He double

eered, his eyes full of contempt. "Do you

w words were worthless. S

ed. You can stay down here in the dark, or

She left her back completely exposed. It was a gamble. A h

to avenge every shock and every freezing night, screamed at him. But something held him back

f the stairs. She stoppe

y off the debt. Otherwise, the bank will seize you and sell you to the fighting pits. You'll b

ice water. He hated cages. He hated

creased to 20. Current status: Ext

le. She continued up the stairs and pu