Bad Apple

Mon, 04 Aug 2025 14:55:25 +0000

Mercy snapped the reins, sending them deep into the woods. After their escape, the air was just too thick to speak. Mercy's heart beat slow, too slow, dead weight in her stomach, and she couldn't shake the tension on her face. It made James sore just from looking at her. The moment replayed in her head, [Missile banging at the door. It made her own head pound, aching and pulsing.]