His Sin

ly appointed uniform, I follow behind a girl

them food,” she informs me, pausing at the intersection of the aisle. On one side, it’s a normal looking sight of treatment rooms holding patients, ho

will likely be one of the only other workers that I’ll see, seeing that our aisles are relatively close together.

d any experience with magic purposefully, so being this close to many of those who may not wield it, but have been in contact with it is terrifying. This

tificial lighting, close in colour to the pale walls and slick flooring. I wonder if I’ll ever see her in normal

I can’t help my curiosity. "The patients? They are all relatively the same," she remarks with a bored shrug, leaning her shoulder against the wall. This uniform

completely fried their brains." Sighing thro

s horr

. I frown, not realising they took anyone else, considering this underground facility is pu

here?" I ask

g off the wall to motion for me to follow her. I hesitate, looking back down the hallway, suddenly unsure of whether I want to see and know more, or if I want to flee from here.

as told growing up. All I know is that I should be frightened. Anxio

t, w

, raising an eyebrow at me, daring me to ask more, already knowing she has lure

here for three years. Not a

ar injury, they should be trying to help him, trying to figur

k shadow passes over her eyes, brows furrowing slightly. This is rhetoric she has been told by someone hi

e in this miserable place willingly. Renna turns around as she opens the door to the staff room, motioning me in through a veil of hazy du

onto a nearby table. "We've all had a go at i

be nothing to see outside. I’m not sure how far underground we are, but it’s enough to cast everything in a sense of coldness, t

the information I have since acquired. Lev will be fascinated to hear all this, although will attempt

I'll come back at lunch,” she tells me, sending me off with a quick wink

*

’ve seen Renna in passing, who keeps me up to date with all the work-related gossip, which usually involves her pat

why I want to speak to him so desperately. Perhaps it’s the mystery, or the fact that everyone tells me to avoid him, which isn’t difficult considering he doesn’t need food like everyone else. Or maybe it’s my desire to help him

is taking her break for me to risk venturing down the dark hallway, knowing she will be invested in her favourite book and snack for the next half-hour. The bottoms of my shoes

st frightening, as they appear to be functioning bodies with a mind wiped away by magic. I walk all the way to the end, shivering at the brittle air that seeps throug

nst the far wall, legs sprawled out in front of him, wearing dark trousers and grey tunic that look awfully clean for someone who hasn’t accepted a

e roots of his hair are golden, the colour spi

ves seem so apparent. I crouch down, wanting to be somewhat level with him as

sign that he has a working mind, any ability to be coherent. It has my stomach sinking, which is a feeling I've become a

ips. Again, no movement. Not even a flicker of recognition in those dark eyes. This was a bad idea. I should have listened to Renna and not wasted my time comin

ot sure what I hoped for. Maybe a nod, perhaps for him to even meet my gaze. Once again, there is