Echoes of the Original Human
The great hall of the safehouse smelled of sweat and blood, heavy and airless. Its hard stone floor shone palely in the dim light, but the oppressive stillness in the air was broken by one harsh scream—raw, ragged, a primal shriek torn from the very bottom of pain. In the center, a man sprawled, his lungs afire as he screamed with all that remained to him.
