A Different Kind Of Monster
The figure stumbled through the darkness of the alley, one hand fumbling for something to grab hold of. They clutched a trash can, their coughing fit distant at first; and then the retching was so loud it was as if she was standing right next to him.
Stacia wrinkled her nose in disgust.
Stacia’s eyes shifted to the one next to her. Her face was shadowed in the dim light, her expression devoid of emotion. Her tone was low, and there was a hint of threat under the casual calm. It was rare to see Camilla this way, and a shudder ran up Stacia’s spine. It didn’t just chill h