ated now that your body is fully mended. The disturbing memory the woman had conjured within

rately from behind you. "Yo

ou further," yo

" she howl

e factory. "You'll feel nothing soon enough," you say, not entirely un

r due to blood loss or accepting

e

ain. The crashing churn of the nearby dam might largely mask the sound of gunfire if you didn't know to listen, but sporadic bursts indicate that the ba

instincts overwhelm you and you flee the fire heedless of other, more mundane concerns. It takes several minutes for you to wrest control back and turn yourself around; you grind your teeth as you force your fee

ady burned out—the majority of the building was built of metal and brick—and you try not to cringe as you wade