trauma

In the depths of despair, Oryn lay battered and bruised on the cold, unforgiving floor of the dank cell he'd called home for these past months. His mind was a whirlwind of agony and confusion, his body aching with every breath, just as it had done for so long now. As sleep threatened to overtake...

Proctor D'Amour inhaled deeply, steeling herself as the air rushed into her lungs. A dossier had been laid before her just two days prior. Mars Pallatrix, her senior, her peer, had wordlessly laid it before her with a look that stretched beyond his usual stern stoicism. The file had a simple...