Love's End, Betrayal's Sting

he promised me a safe harbor, built on the back of his miraculous "syst

was my fi

thetic voice echoed in my head, asking, "Host, what did Luna ever do to you? How could you trade her to those sharks?" Then Mark' s voice, cold and flat, confirmed it all: "No choice. C

iced me to monsters to protect his manipulative protégée, Celeste.

y forced torture for 72 hours. He had a timer on my agony. My life, my work, the cure I' d perfected-al

I found a flare gun and my audio recorder. I wo