Nightshift 49: Group Therapy Room 5
[from here]
From a small building to a small room, the door shut behind them, closing them in a room falsely made for comfort. Chairs, carpets, paintings. A flash lit up the sky from a nearby window, a dull rumble accompanying. But he had seen enough in that flash. He pursed his lips, moving forward.
He stood in front of the table with snacks laid out, asking nonchalantly, "Nigredo, did you eat earlier?"
From a small building to a small room, the door shut behind them, closing them in a room falsely made for comfort. Chairs, carpets, paintings. A flash lit up the sky from a nearby window, a dull rumble accompanying. But he had seen enough in that flash. He pursed his lips, moving forward.
He stood in front of the table with snacks laid out, asking nonchalantly, "Nigredo, did you eat earlier?"