Brew

The morning light in the micro-unit complex was a pale, sickly yellow, filtered through grime-streaked windows. Jun stepped out of the communal bathroom, the door clicking shut behind him. The air in…

The fog in Midnight Hollow didn’t just obscure the view; it felt like a physical weight. It was a thick, grey soup that clung to the skin and seeped into the lungs, leaving a metallic taste in the mou…

The chime of the door was constant, a rhythmic backdrop to the low hum of conversation and the clatter of metal. CheckPoint was in its pre-dive peak. The air was a thick mixture of sterile energy drin…