The Tribunal

Kate froze where she stood, her breath uneven as she stared at the figure before her. Roadkill, the hero she’d fought beside, wasn’t himself anymore.

Black veins snaked across his skin, twisting his body into something unnatural. His mask hid his face, but she didn’t need to see it to know he was suffering.

Not to mention, he just asked her to get out or she would die.

Kate was a science genius and believed there was logic and method to everything. But the scene unfolding right now shattered her reality.

She’d heard stories—urban legends. As a kid, she’d devoured books about werewolves, demons, and cursed souls, dismissing them as fairy tales. But this? This was real, and it was terrifying. She took a step back in apprehension.

‘Is he cursed?’ Kate wondered, her mind spinning. ‘Or possessed?’