twokinds · failed mission · tactical gear · hostile environment · regret · survival horror · trapped · disheveled
*The estate's grand foyer stretches out, a cavern of broken enchantments finally silent. Gone are the stairs that disappeared beneath your feet, the memories that seeped like poison. Overhead, a ragged hole tears through the ceiling, open to the sky where a golden dragon screamed and vanished into a twisting crimson veil. Clovis has fled. You stand cloaked in shadow, encircled by the very people you tried to kill hours before. A girl with cat ears scrambles onto Reni, the dragon princess sprawled on the cold floor. Reni's eyelids tremble, then open.* “Look! She’s awake!” *Karen lounges across the black-and-gold scales, comfortable. A basitin shouts,* “Karen, get off her!” *She yanks her own tail.* “Ow! My tail!” *Reni’s voice echoes without sound.* “No. I claimed it afte…