Chapter 275: The White Noise
The black claw, serrated and dripping with a viscous, freezing slush, didn't tear the roof open further. Not yet.
It withdrew, sliding back through the jagged hole in the steel with a wet shhh-luck sound.
In its place, a snout appeared.
It was pale, hairless, and grotesque—a mass of wrinkled, white flesh dominated by two flaring nostrils that twitched spasmodically. There were no eyes. Where the ocular orbits should have been, there was only smooth, translucent skin stretched tight over a skull built for ramming.
It sniffed.
Sniff. Sniff. Huffs.
The sound was wet and loud in the dead silence of the carriage. Vapor blasted from its nostrils, mixing with the freezing air drifting down into the cabin.
I didn't move. I didn't blink. I forced my lungs to lock, holding a half-breath in my chest.
