[ It's how all ghost stories begin. Something familiar, wrong. Made wrong, or — wronged itself.
And this is destruction reimagined. Rage and sorrow, a wave and its undertow, crashing through his senses. Subaru takes Choi's hand, but it's not enough. Whatever descends on them nearly snuffs out his warmth and familiarity in its entirety. The chill lances through him as soon as it breaks free into the sky, the streets, a feral warning signaled in his synapses as much as his marrow. He glimpses the mortar of the surrounding buildings beginning to weep, the brick coating in wet, myriad colors.
Subaru steels against the disorientation, following Choi into doubling back. But he's a bit slower, instincts blooming into allergy. ]
Something is here, [ he warns, breath catching on the air in a flare of white. ] and it's also breathing.
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And this is destruction reimagined. Rage and sorrow, a wave and its undertow, crashing through his senses. Subaru takes Choi's hand, but it's not enough. Whatever descends on them nearly snuffs out his warmth and familiarity in its entirety. The chill lances through him as soon as it breaks free into the sky, the streets, a feral warning signaled in his synapses as much as his marrow. He glimpses the mortar of the surrounding buildings beginning to weep, the brick coating in wet, myriad colors.
Subaru steels against the disorientation, following Choi into doubling back. But he's a bit slower, instincts blooming into allergy. ]
Something is here, [ he warns, breath catching on the air in a flare of white. ] and it's also breathing.