biot

For a Friday night, the club wasn’t as packed as it usually was. There was still plenty of noise and activity to induce a headache in all but the heavily inebriated, but it all felt muted compared to the usual level of overstimulation. Dr. Raehith Daanruano sat at the bar, his claws idly...

Six days. That’s how long Bithia had been a prisoner. She kept track of the passage of time by scratching lines in the wall. One, two, three, four, slash, six. On the sixth day, the door to her cell opened—really opened, not just the sliding flap at the bottom through which food was delivered...