The air smells clinical, chemical. As if it was bred in a tube and died there before filling space, purporting to sustain life. The room in which he (you) stands is without doubt a corridor, too narrow to be other, but he (you) cannot see an end; it stretches. The floor is metal, and the walls; he (you) walks and the soles of his (your) boots send ( Read more... )

[If this were a video post, perhaps the first thing seen would be a tombstone. It lacks embellishment, with only a name carved: Luke fon Fabre
It isn't a video. Rather than chance it, he left his device in one of his various temporary lodgings. Asch has already seen the other graves, countless names, some familiar: Anise Tatlin, Jade Curtiss, ( Read more... )