sneak peek: part 08
The music distorts in your ears, the rhythm stuttering as people start to notice— really notice. The circle opens unevenly, bodies pulling back as patrons run out the exits, space forming in jagged gaps around you. It's too much space. You're exposed like this, bloody and broken and dead on your feet despite how stubbornly you hold on. You need— need the chaos of bodies around you. Need the shield they provided.
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