Fire. It always started with the fire. The fire that night was high and bright, all of it in his face with so much smoke that he couldn’t see a full foot in front of him. Blinding was bad enough, but the heat was no better; all of it a physical weight, a blanket of…
PtP: Chapter 0.5 Interrogation Room 4 was… smaller than she expected. Almost oppressively small, really. Especially so, given how massive the door looked from the outside. If it was just small, that’d be one thing but it was also rather depressing too. Given that it was a prison, that seemed like a given but it…
PtP: Chapter 0 The connection stabilized with a sound that always managed to set her teeth on edge. That high-pitched, digital mosquito whine that ends in the same click every single time. After nearly a half-decade running the Torrance branch, she still doesn’t understand the need to stick with the retro design for all the…
