Mala In Se
Sep 26th
Right now, your ice cold fingertips are the only thing between me and certain death. Ironically, the only thing between you and certain continued survival is… me.
In retrospect, I actually don’t know exactly where I went wrong. Somewhere along the line, I must have taken a wrong turn or two to land myself so directly [...]
Yanstebangus: Poll Position, Part 2 (Subterfuge In D Minor)
Sep 20th
Obsidian. That must have been what the walls were covered with in the stairwell. The steps themselves were black granite, filled with light and dark shades of gray pebbles. They were cut square and polished to a mirror finish. The walls, also, were mirror-polished, showing warped, obscure reflections in their inky blackness.
The stairwell was lit [...]
