The Journey of an Ou

A dull, alcohol-laced voice crept from the doorway: "Slacking off again Don't you want your pay",“I apologize! I apologize to the version of me you imagined!”,Looking at the three deformed corpses, blood slowly pooled beneath them. There were two streaks on the ground, still emitting a wisp of blue smoke. These were the marks left by Heather's shoes as they scraped against the ground at high speed.。