[Trevor glanced down at his phone as he stood in front of a very strange hotel. He double-checked the address that was texted to him with the one above the doors ( Read more... )

[Venom's at a coffee house, sipping on a cup of tea. He's been trying to forget the dreams he's been having recently. Most, if not all, have involved a certain police officer. He's not sure why he's having them, or why the officer has wolf ears in them.

The assassin closes his eyes and shakes his head. With a sigh, he returns to his tea]

Admittedly, this is an unusual place. It's not home, but it'll suffice. However, I keep having these odd dreams.

I don't remember being able to sing, either...