ack vanished, replaced by a strange stillness. All her life-or whatever passed for life in this cursed place-she had only ever known two reactions fr

rk eyes, which only Luna could see, were wide and uncertain. The long, black ribbons of her dress,

he ignored the mangled corpse of Marcus on the floor. He was pa

soft and full of concern. She reached ou

ous, blood-soaked appendage. To Luna, she was stroking a soft, silk ribbon. The ten

t a sound of deep, unfamiliar emotion. A single, thick, black tear slid down her smooth f

fully into the entity's space, wrapping her arms around its central mass in a h

offering to protect a lethal supernatural entity.

Luna, to finish the job. But then, slowly, hesitantly, one of the tentacles rose and gently patted Luna's back. I

" She looked around the grim, bloody landing. "I need a place to stay fo

g in the air, thick

n the hallway, towards the largest, most ornate door at the very end. It was a

chat lost its

g]: NO WAY. NO.

ing invited into the Nest. This has

she going into HIS room? WIT

better than any kill c

mation. She then introduced herself, her voice a series o

smile widening. "That's a

d survivors, towards the forbidden door at the end of the hall. Luna followed without a moment's hesita