Waxing Gibbous: Tsunami
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“They— they smell tainted but worse. Being around them made me want to physically vomit. It’s like burning blood, feeding it to a pig, having that pig shat it out, and telling me to drink the remnants of it. But like— also be sure to take that and dump it in—”
Bianca groans. “Okay, we get it, what’s the point?”
“I think if I drank their blood, their blood would be toxic enough to kill me,”
-excerpt from Chapter 3: Tsunami















