Mika's Fears

The lounge was dim, the shadows long and the air thick with smoke. The only sound was the soft rustling of the wind blowing through the open window. The walls were painted a light shade of cream, and John sat alone on a leather couch, his face pale and his eyes red from lack of sleep. He played with the tumbler in his hand, the ice cubes clinking against the glass.

They had heard reports that some Luminars were rounding up humans and putting them through gross, bloody tests. He knew they would come for him, for his community. He had to act fast and he had decided to hunt the monsters suggested by Echo. His base needed reinforcement as quickly as possible.

He leaned back on the couch and heaved a deep sigh, his mind filled with thoughts of the impending doom.