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Wednesday, June 3, 2026

Cyber Fair / Salvage Station: The Digital Shinobi (Escape from Club Apophis, 42)

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STORYLINE: 

Mission objective: Rescue classmate Yoon Jihoon. 
Team: 7 students of Jae Won University, 6 remaining.
Location: GIN AESTHETICA™ plastic surgery clinic. 

It was a tragedy in slow motion.

Ghost smelled it first. Clove smoke and a cold that didn't belong to the building. Something ancient was close. His hands flew up in a sharp, commanding gesture toward a nearby door, but no one was looking at his hands.

"Scatter!" Minjo yelled. "Rendezvous at the car in the Safe Zone!”

Ghost gripped her shoulder hard and stepped into her path. Speech was not an option. He mouthed a single, fierce command: No. Stronger together. 

But without her glasses, she couldn't read his lips.

Click. Click. Click.

Heels in the distance echoed, sharp and unhurried. There was no time to argue. No time to herd them back together.

The team was already in motion. Five sets of frantic footsteps fragmented in different directions. His team, scattered. A second later, the heavy, synchronized thud of Enforcers echoed from the opposite end of the hall, moving to intercept.

Ghost took the wall. He activated his Gecko Grip, scaling the smooth vertical surface in two silent bounds. He shoved a ceiling tile aside and hauled himself into the dark ductwork. His Haloglove cast a pale blue light over a nest of thick white cables. He didn't hesitate. He grabbed the primary data bundle and ripped it from its housing just as Minjo rounded the far corner.

Below him, the red eyes of the security cameras flickered and died.

It was a brutal, unrefined solution, but it blinded the hunters. It gave his pack a fighting chance.

Ghost popped the Cursed Energy battery from his Haloglove and slid it into his Nano Stealth Cloak. Communication was a luxury. Stealth was survival. The high-tech fabric flickered with violent static, and then, pixel by pixel, he dissolved into the dark architecture of the ceiling.

Click. Click. Stop. MasterGin stepped into the corridor directly beneath the vent.

Clove smoke drifted upwards. Then the silence. The silence was the worst part.

Ghost’s lungs locked tight. The air pressure in the hallway seemed to drop, stolen entirely by the monster standing below. A false surgeon. A vain god. The kind of monster whose presence warped the room around him. In that moment, Ghost finally understood how Jihoon had been seduced by Monstrum. 

The powerful vampire’s icy gaze swept the dead cameras. He sensed the blind spot.

Ghost snapped his eyes shut. He clamped down on his own biology, willing his heartbeat into a slow, dormant rhythm. It was a Shinobi discipline meant for surviving underwater. His chest burned with the need for oxygen. His internal clock ticked away the longest twenty seconds of his life.

Finally, the heels clicked into an adjacent consultation room.

Ghost let out one slow breath through his nose. He gave it three more seconds, listening for the pause of someone turning back, before dropping weightlessly to the floor. He pressed his ear against the cold white marble wall. MasterGin's voice came through, sharp enough to cut. "...those cameras are worth more than a hundred of you! Either restore my cameras immediately, or explain to me why I continue paying you!" A second later, a new command, "Scratch that. Weld the sewer access doors shut. Permanently!"


Ghost pulled back from the wall. His mind mapped the variables. One exit. One priority.

He moved.

He sprinted back the way MasterGin had come, moving soundlessly toward a new set of approaching footsteps. The maintenance crew. Ghost had memorized the labyrinth of the Clinic. He knew exactly where the choke points were. He slipped into an alcove and waited.

The crew rushed past. One man lagged heavily behind the rest, panting under the massive weight of a multi-arm mechanical welding unit strapped to his back.

Perfect.

Ghost transferred the Cursed Energy battery from his cloak back to his Haloglove. Stealth was no longer needed. A weapon was.

He stepped from the shadows directly behind the straggler. He pressed two fingers to the exposed skin of the man's neck and delivered a maximum voltage jolt from his glove. The man folded without a sound. Ghost caught the heavy equipment before it could hit the floor and dragged the unconscious body into a dark supply closet.

Within ninety seconds, Ghost was wearing the straggler’s red and black uniform, and strapped the heavy welding apparatus on. He pulled the dark welding visor down over his face and sprinted to catch up with the crew, forcing his lungs to heave in loud, ragged pants.

The Crew Leader spun around. "You! What's wrong with you, are you dying?"

Ghost nodded, slumped his shoulders, and feigned breathlessness. It was a flawless cover for his muteness.

The Crew Leader turned away, disgusted.

When they reached the sewer access door, Ghost pushed to the front. The leader ordered him to lock down the compromised digital kiosk and weld the door shut, while the main crew handled the heavy elevator doors nearby.

Ghost knelt by the panel. He didn’t fix the kiosk. His gloved fingers flew across the exposed circuitry, completing his earlier hack, a backdoor bypass. Then he engaged the welding torch. He laid down a line of sparks on the doorframe that looked convincing to the naked eye but actually left the door completely unsealed.

"Move!" the Crew Leader barked. "Find the camera short!"

Ghost shuffled after them, disgruntled and bored. As they swept the next corridor, he deliberately lingered behind to cross the wires of a secondary junction box, shorting out a fresh row of cameras. 

The Crew Leader threw his hands up in enraged confusion, screaming into his halophone about a cascading system failure.

In the chaos, Ghost stepped backward into a shadow and vanished.

By the access door, he paused and graded his performance. Approximately half of the clinic's surveillance network was disabled, and the team's escape route remained intact. 

Before leaving, he projected from his Haloglove the underground map. Satisfied he knew the way, he plunged into the dark labyrinth with his Gecko Grip reactivated.

Scrambling across the vaulted stone like a spider, he was careful to avoid the foul, rushing water below and the toxic bioluminescent fungi clinging to the walls. 

Higher and higher he climbed through the gloom. Left. Straight. Another left. Then a hard turn right.

Finally the sterile chill of the clinic faded, replaced by a growing scent of rot and humidity.

A large cavern opened up. The Safe Zone.

The air felt different here. Cleaner. Quieter. The pressure that haunted the rest of the sewer was absent, as though the safe zone itself refused to respect Monstrum’s authority.

He dropped silently to a limestone slab near the 1929 Ford Coupe, using the glow of his haloglove to cut through the dark. The car was still smoking, frozen in the violent aftermath of a crash that happened a century ago. Inside, a body sat perfectly still, preserved by whatever force kept the car from rusting. High above the wreckage, a rebel had slashed the Monstrum logo with red ink.

Ghost stood still for a moment and let his body recalibrate. The ambient hum that had been pressing against his skull since they entered the clinic was gone.

He scanned the damp cavern. The only sound was the rushing water of the drainage outflow.

No one else had made it.

He stood very still. The water rushed. Nothing.

He shoved the panic aside and reached for rage instead. 

He unbuckled the heavy welding rig and let it drop to the stone with a loud echoing thud.

If he was the only one to reach the safe zone, then it was up to him to ruin whatever MasterGin was planning for Jihoon. 

He pulled the toolkit from his belt and laid the instruments out in a perfect, disciplined row on the fender. 

The dented hood groaned as he wrenched it upward. No engine block. No pistons. He already knew that. The carbon fiber lattice was still intact, the obsidian coils still spiraled around the ceramic core like ribs around a heart. The violet liquid still pulsed through its tubes in a slow, deliberate rhythm, the one that vibrated in the back of the teeth rather than the ears.

Minjo had called it an Entropy Drive.

Ghost had a different name for it. 

A bomb.

He reached blindly to his right to grab his screwdriver.

Fingers met empty stone.

He frowned and shined the haloglove downward. The screwdriver was now sitting neatly on his left side.

He blinked, turning his head slowly, sweeping the empty, violet-lit cavern. 

Nothing moved. Nothing breathed.

Ghost picked the tool up and placed it deliberately back on his right side.

Strange.

He turned his attention back to the engine.


Guess what time it is? It's Cyber Fair o'clock! Woo woo! I'm back from a break to dive back into the Cyber Awesomeness as we count down to the finale of Escape from Club Apophis. Ghost has his moment to shine this chapter, and I loved all these cool items that worked so well together.   ....The Authority Mask by Just Tony is unrigged so you can move and scale it for the perfect fit. To change its colors tap on each part in the texture hud.   ....From SEKA's is the E-Tech Neck, with animating LED texture. It's rigged and mod to get the perfect fit. It comes with a SEKA style texture HUD with lots of texture options.   ...From 129129 is the 222 Outset outfit which has a top, upper body Cawl, and shorts (not shown). The Fatpack allows mixing and matching textures.   ...From HAM Store are the fun Leg warmers and stompers. The Fatpack on this also allows for fun texture mixing.   ...From RED Shadow is the Viper MultiArms and backpack. There is animated LED texture tracker-beam from the backpack to the Arms. The Arms are Animesh, with their own AO.   ...Meanwhile at another awesome event that just opened is Floro Solar Relic at Salvage Station. Wear the holdable, and touch it to create a popup Halogram.  It's mod so you can change the halogram tint and add your own art to the Halogram if you want. There is also a Decor version.   ...Other items used are the Lanevo Silence Gloves for men, CheerNo CHN F22 BOM latex body suit, and Sintiklia Gerald hair.



On Him, Ghost:
Helmet: Just Tony - Authority Mask, red [mesh](CyberFair)(250L)
Collar: SEKA's - E-Tech Neck [mesh](CyberFair)(399L)
Top, armor: 129129 - **222 Outset HAIL/NECK [mesh](CyberFair)(fatpack 2,000L)
Halogram Map projector: Floro - Solar Relic, holdable (Salvage Station)(499L)
Shoes: HAM. Store - ERR0R Leg Warmers, Stompers, LegacyM [mesh](CyberFair)(fatpack 999L)
Arms: RED Shadow - RS-ViperMultiArms, Arms AO Include [Animesh](CyberFair)(fatpack 689L)
Gloves: LANEVOSilence Gloves, LegacyM, Fatpack [mesh]
Hair: Sintiklia - Geralt Unrigged&resized [mesh]
Bodysuit: CheerNo - CHN F22 latexbody, blakc, LegacyM [BOM]
Head: LeLUTKA - CAMDEN 4.0 [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops - [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)
Pose: momomuller [3M]_sc)_m_3

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky:






Wednesday, April 29, 2026

Fantasy Faire: The Kitsune of Heian



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STORYLINE: Sleeping on the temple roof above the busy marketplace of Heian, was a gentle and wise nine tail fox, Kyubi no Kitsune. Its white fur gleamed in the golden light, soft purrs rumbled in its chest. An icy breeze ruffled its fur. The sour scent snapped the old fox's eyes open. 

Doubt, rage, envy, fear, hopelessness.... These emotions had suddenly surged in the populace. The Oni were growing stronger. The Unweaver was approaching, bringing a cold miasma of doom with it.

The fox flicked its tails annoyed. Something must be done quickly to rebalance the land.

Kyubi no Kitsune rose on his gigantic paws and stretched out nine magnificent tails. With a leaf on his forehead, and a poof of fox magic, he transformed into a striking, friendly looking street performer, albeit his fox nature was not completely hidden.

He landed gently in the large square, and announced himself as the mighty Kyubi no Kitsune, to many dubious laughs. His fluffy tail waving, and ears twitching, he began to tell jokes and perform amazing tricks to people's delight. A crowd around him grew. His sunny nature was infectious. He encouraged everyone to sing with him, and even pulled audience members into a silly dance. Soon a full street party broke out. Food was brought and served. Young couples met. Children giggled. And by the time the sun set, Heian was full of warm hearts once more. The Oni had shrunk to the size of mice. 

Outside, the Unweaver seethed. Joy was the one thing it could never consume. 

It sneered and moved on.


The celebrations and fund raising for a good cause continue at the Fantasy Faire continue. Read more about events, live shows, the adventure game, and more. Learn more about the Heian sim here: MEET OUR SPONSORS: GABRIEL


On him, Kyubi no Kitsune:
Kimono: Fluffy Kreations  - FK Kimono, Legacy M [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Aventurine Promenade )
Tattoo: Beastie - INUARI OVERLAY, Red [BOM](Fantasy Faire: Vervaine Moors)
Parasol: floro - Tien Parasol [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Bến Tôm Rơi ) 
Earrings: VISUALPHA - oneness earrings [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Heian )
Necklace: VISUALPHA - saint necklace [mesh](Fantasy Faire: Heian )
Hat: KROVA HEAVY Coolie [mesh]
Hair: Dura - U129 -LIGHT - Men [mesh]
Hair: Dura Ear covers  [mesh](gift)
Collar: Bartimeu - B-27 Collar [L/A] [mesh]
Rings: ROZOREGALIA NARUSAZA*RING, Legacy [mesh]
Ears: Level 9 - Vulpine Ears [Bento]
Tail: Aurascape Vixen Tail Classic [Bento] [mesh](500L)
Claws hand: L'Emporio&PL - Oblio Vampire Claws male [mesh](350L)
Claws feet: L'Emporio&PL Damned Claws For Feet [mesh](340L)
Sandals: CerberusXing Male Fang Geta (edit tint)[mesh](350L)
Eyes: Aii Kitsune Red Eyes (50L)
Tattoo: Nuuna - Forehead fades 2 White [BOM](past gift)
Tattoo: Sn@tch - Fishnets [BOM](past gift)
Skin: MUDSKIN - Hajimu, A, no Brow, WINTER [BOM]
Head: LeLUTKA - KANE 4.0 [mesh](3990L)
Body: TheShops - [BODY] Athletic Meshbody (Legacy)(m) (1.7.1) [mesh](5000L)

Location:
HEIAN by GABRIEL Takuya Jinn

BONUS IMAGES: inworld raw shots, hi-res, midday sky :




 

Saturday, November 29, 2025

Salvage Station: The Blood Economy (Escape from Club Apophis, 29)

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STORYLINE:  From their hiding spot in an overturned railway car, Lisa filmed through the cracked lens of her phone, framing the scene like a war correspondent behind enemy lines. Her hands shook, ruining the auto-focus; the camera kept glitching as if it refused to witness this.

It was a grotesque collision of medical theater and decadent luxury. The Master of Ceremonies strutted across the rust-stained stage, cracking jokes to a crowd that shouldn't exist. Below him, the elite of the Forbidden Zone drifted into the plaza like models on a divine runway. Their outfits were pure excess, extravagant silhouettes mixing modern couture with the gleaming opulence. Every guest styled as if they expected to be worshipped the moment they stepped off their hovercar.

A low, wet chewing sound rose from somewhere in the stands, someone snacking on something that definitely hadn’t come from the buffet tables. Perfume wafted through the air, sweet, expensive, and failed miserably to hide the underlying stench of rot.

"Welcome, esteemed connoisseurs! Tonight’s vintage comes fresh from the surface, high-adrenaline blood, perfectly seasoned with terror!" The MC gestured to a trembling man with glowing runes on his neck. “Lot 44. Former accountant. High cholesterol, but a rich, buttery finish. Five thousand credits?”

"It's an auction," Kyle realized, his face draining of color. "They're not here to eat the sludge. They're here to eat us."

“Six thousand!” someone bellowed.

“Seven!” chirped another.

Somewhere behind them, something heavy scraped across concrete, slow and deliberate, another monster repositioning for a better view.

When the first auction closed, a hush fell over the crowd. A woman in ritual robes, more elaborate than the hunter Nuns, glided onto the stage. She held tools that gleamed under the harsh lights: silver, precise, terrifying. This wasn’t butchery; it was a medical ceremony.

"Look," Minjo whispered, nudging Lisa. The phone slipped in Lisa’s sweaty palm. "I know that woman. She drugged me at the hospital."

With a motion too fast to track, the woman pricked the arm of the human prize sitting in the chair. A single, perfect line of red flowed down a tube and into a crystal flute lined with gold. A warm draft rolled over them from the stage, carrying the coppery breath of freshly cut veins. The winner of the bid stepped up, took the glass, and swirled it. He inhaled the bouquet, eyes rolling back in ecstasy, savoring it like a sommelier with a rare vintage.

"Sustainable farming," Plague murmured, horrified. "Why kill the cow when you can milk it?"

Then, movement in the periphery caught Lisa’s eye.

A young man, a fresh arrival still wearing a tattered business suit, broke from the intake line. The rune tattoos on his neck flared with a bio-luminescent warning, but he didn’t stop. He made a desperate beeline for the massive iron gates, which stood open to admit a line of luxury hovercars.

Run, Lisa mouthed, her heart hammering against her ribs. Run.

Beside her, Kyra reached out and squeezed Lisa’s hand, her metal fingers icy. They watched in silent prayer as the man sprinted past the guard post.

"Something's wrong," Lisa whispered, the dread coiling in her stomach. "No one is trying to stop him."

It was true. The Enforcers didn't raise their weapons. They didn't unleash the dogs. They simply watched him go with bored indifference.

"No, stop!" Lisa yelled, the realization hitting her a second too late.

The man crossed the threshold of the Pen. He hit the fog line. He was free.

SCREEECH.

A shadow detached itself from the ruins above the gate. A massive bat, leather wings glistening with oil, swooped down. It didn't strike like a bird; it hit like a falling anvil. Huge talons tore the man in half before he could even scream.

More shapes swarmed from the fog, ghouls and feral things, fighting over the remains. The Enforcers at the gate finally moved, thrusting their electric pikes forward not to capture the man, but to drive the monsters back.

Lisa turned away, bile rising in her throat. She dry-heaved into the dirt.

"They aren't jailers," she choked out, wiping her mouth. "They're bouncers. They aren't keeping us in. They're keeping those things out."

Kyra squeezed her hand tighter, the metal joints creaking. It was rare to see Lisa Liemawr, the queen of spin, truly afraid.

"It's true then," Minjo said, her voice flat, stripped of all scientific skepticism. "They really are vampires."

"And Jihoon," Plague whispered, looking ill. "If the DNA doesn't lie... he's one of them. Maybe he always was."

"Bullshit," Kyle snorted, though his eyes darted nervously toward the shadows.

Ghost didn’t speak. He slashed a sign through the air, and his Halo-gloves flickered to life, spitting out a jittering band of blue text: Escape from below. Only option.

"You're in luck," a smooth voice purred from the dark.

Lisa jumped. Romance stepped out from behind a stack of crates, looking immaculate in his white suit, pink cape, and flashy gold jewelry.

"You happen to know the Zone's best smuggler." He reached into his breast pocket and produced a small data chip emblazoned with a heart and devil horns. "This map is current. I promise." He held it out to Ghost, winking. "If you survive this, I could use a pickpocket with your skills."

Kyra's arm shot out, blocking Romance. "Why? Why do you keep helping us? Why are we treated differently from the others?"

Romance paused. He glanced nervously at the flickering lights of the perimeter. The playful mask slipped, just for a second, revealing something tired underneath.

"Let's just say..." He looked at Kyra's damaged leg, his gaze softening. "I have my reasons."

Ghost stared at the Idol, face unreadable, before snatching the chip and slotting it into his wrist-mount.

Lisa didn't know the silent boy well, but the way his eyes scanned the perimeter gave her hope. "Running water," she blurted out, her reporter brain connecting the dots. "Vampires can't cross it, right? Folklore basics."

Kyra looked at Lisa, puzzled. She knew that tone. That was Lisa's "I have a terrible idea" tone.

Lisa smirked, "We just need a river that leads out of the Zone."

Romance looked worried. He pointed to the Wellhouse. "Go. Before the wind changes."

Then, in a puff of pink smoke and holographic hearts, he disappeared.

Lisa looked at Kyra, smiled a jagged, terrified smile, and squeezed her hand. "Just like old times, Me and You against the world. We're gonna break this news first."

She raised her phone, hitting record on the auction below once more. If they were going to die, the world was going to see why.

For a moment, it seemed they might slip away unnoticed. Then, the auctioneer’s gavel fell silent. The laughter stopped. Every head in the plaza, hundreds of them, snapped toward their hiding spot.

Panic, cold and sharp, gripped Lisa. What happened?

She looked around. Echo was trembling against the crate wall. A tiny bead of blood bloomed on her lower lip where she had bitten it in fear.

The scent hit the air like a gunshot.

"Fuck," Lisa groaned.

Ghost was already moving. RUN! he signed, gesturing violently toward the stone structure of the Wellhouse.

The students bolted. Mud slicked under their boots as they scrambled toward the heavy wooden doors.

But Kyra wasn't keeping up.

Lisa stopped, skidding in the dirt. Her lifelong friend, the head cheerleader, the girl who could outrun anyone, was dragging her leg. Her heavy cybernetic chassis was sparking, a dead weight.

"Go!" Kyra screamed.

Lisa ran back, grabbing Kyra’s arm. She pulled, but it was like trying to move a statue. Her palms slipped on cold alloy; the weight wrenched her shoulder with a bright, tearing pain.

"Wild Stock!" someone roared. "Unmarked!"

The vampires were surging toward them, a wave of silk and fangs. The crowd inhaled as one, a predatory hiss rolling through the arena like a cold wind.

Lisa looked at the Wellhouse. Even if she dragged Kyra there... the water. Kyra would sink like a stone.

"Fuck," Lisa cursed, tears stinging her eyes as she pulled harder. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." She hooked her arms under Kyra’s and felt the deadened weight of steel, an anchor masquerading as a girl.

"Save yourself!" Kyra sobbed, pushing her away. "It's too late! You have to tell them, Lisa! Tell the world!"

"No can do," Lisa panted, refusing to let go.

This was her fault. Kyra had followed her into hell because Lisa wanted a scoop. And now, they were both going to die for it.

Suddenly, a high-pitched feedback whine pierced the air.

The vampires halted, covering their ears. On the stage, Romance had seized the microphone.

"Run, you idiot!" Kyra shoved Lisa hard enough to knock her back.

Lisa stumbled but shook her head.

Romance's sweet voice surged through the air, weaponized perfection impossible to ignore.

He pointed a manicured finger toward Kyra. Stage tech scrambled to follow his gesture. The spotlight swung wildly across the mud, missing Lisa by inches and landing squarely on the fallen cyborg.

Kyra froze, bathed in the blinding white beam, exposed to a thousand monsters.

Romance sang, his voice amplified by magic.

     "Oooo, in all the ways I am so undeserving,

      I saw the curse I deserved start reversing.

      On the first day, I saw your face...."


Then he roared, shaking the speakers. "...ONE BILLION WON! FOR THE CYBORG!"

The auctioneer lunged for the mic. "Too much! Her blood is spoiled with oil and lithium! It is worthless!"

"To you!" Romance shoved him back, his voice dripping with arrogant disdain. "But I don't drink the blood. It's her soul I want! One Billion Won! She moves to the Gold VIP section, and no one touches her but me!"

The mob hesitated. They looked at Kyra, smelling the hydraulic fluid leaking from her leg. Tainted. They pulled back, noses wrinkling.

"SOLD!" the Auctioneer shouted, slamming the gavel down in terror.

Romance vanished in a puff of pink smoke and reappeared instantly beside Kyra. He scooped her heavy frame into his arms as if she were made of paper. He looked down at her, smiling like a knight in shining, hot-pink armor.

The rest of the team was already at the Wellhouse, stripping off heavy jackets. Echo was hysterical. But Lisa stood frozen just inside the door, staring through the grate.

Romance turned, carrying Kyra toward the VIP gate. Kyra looked back over his shoulder. Her face was streaked with dirt, and a single tear cut a clean line through the grime.

Lisa gripped the iron bars of the Wellhouse, her knuckles white. She couldn't breathe. She couldn't believe this was goodbye.

BOOM.

The ground quaked. Outside, Hwan was roaring, swinging his massive hammer to hold back the tide of rejects who hadn't accepted the auction result.

"LISA!" Minjo bellowed. "NOW!"

Kyle, the strongest of them, had already splashed into the black water with Echo, Minjo, and their bundled clothes tied to his back.

Lisa wiped her face, smearing the tears into the mud. She grabbed Ghost. "Help me! Quickly!"

The Wellhouse reeked of sulfur and old sins. Grit crunched under her boots, and cold condensation dripped from the ceiling.

Lisa propped the phone against the rusty wall. Her hands shook, not from cold, but from the adrenaline of what she was about to say.

"Okay," she whispered, her voice raw. "One take. No edits. Don't vomit."

She hit record. The battery indicator, fueled by the tiny residual charge, blinked red.

"Hey," she said. No catchy intro. No Dragonlets. "If you're watching this... I'm probably dead. My name is Lisa Liemawr. I’m at The Pen, Sector 4. The Forbidden Zone isn't a quarantine. It's a farm. And we humans? We're the livestock. The government knows. The police know. They're letting it happen."

She held up the soiled teddy bear. "This belonged to a kid. They're all here. Send the army. Send anyone."

She hit Stop.

Ghost moved fast. He raised his hands, halo-gloves buzzing with cursed Zone electricity. Lisa marveled at his speed; his fingers flew across the screen, bypassing security protocols, linking it to one of his own transmitters. He coded the burst: Auto-upload once outside the barrier. Hexa Herald. Police bands. Everyone. 

He shoved the phone into the giant, scavenged 2-liter Rad-Cola bottle and stuffed the small teddy bear in around it for padding. He screwed the cap tight and sealed it with a weak electric charge.

He handed it back to her and nodded.

Lisa took the bottle. It felt light. Too light to carry so much weight.

The walls of the Wellhouse vibrated as claws tore at the wood outside, the smell of burnt plastic wafting in the air.

Lisa's hands trembled as she hovered over the water’s edge. The fumes made her eyes water. The tunnel mouth loomed ahead, a black throat swallowing the filth of the camp. "Go home, Teddy," she sniffled. "Tell them all. Tell them the truth."

And she tossed it.

Splash.

The bottle bobbed in the black sludge, spinning slowly as the current caught it, carrying it into the dark throat of the tunnel.

The door splintered. A gray hand reached through.

Ghost grabbed Lisa without another second delay. They were the last two out. He tied the rope around her waist, secured it to himself, and looked at her once.

They jumped.

The plunge crushed her ribs; the black water wrapped around her like cold stone, pressure swallowing her scream before it could break the surface.




On him, Romance:
Headdress: floro - Morvan's Shroud [mesh](Salvage Station)(375L)
Bracelet: ::Static:: Twine Hand Bracelet [mesh](Salvage Station)(295L)
Bottle and shot glass: Ishiku Revenge Vodka Dispenser  [mesh](Salvage Station)(470L)
Earrings: RavenBell Starlit Earrings, Moonlit [mesh](350L)
Hands: {Aii} Demonic Touch - bom/all parts, Legacy M [mesh](800L)
Hair: Dura B137 Light [mesh]
Cape: ANTINATURAL[+] Potestas Capelet / PINK EMBROIDERY [mesh]
Outfit: CURELESS[+] Nepenthes Cassock Skirt / LEGACY M [mesh]
Gauntlets: CURELESS[+] Nepenthes Gauntlets / LEGACY M [mesh]
Bellychain: Tealeaf Treasures TT - Pearl Belly Chain [Legacy M]
Heart Gemstone: RAWR! Diamond Heart Septum [mesh]
Tattoos: HISS PATTERNS FACE ROMANCE [BOM]

Setting:
Wellhouse: Candle & Cauldron C&C - The Wellspring [mesh](Salvage Station)(459L)

BONUS IMAGES: character shots, inworld raw shot, hi-res, midday sky.