The First Confession

The roof gave way beneath them, but there was no fall—only a sudden, seamless transition from biting cold to enveloping warmth. One moment, they stood on fractured tiles beneath a shattered sky; the next, they were sprawled across plush carpets in a dimly lit room, firelight flickering against dark wood walls.

Kaero groaned, rolling onto his side. His fur was still fluffed up from the unnatural cold, his claws retracting with slow reluctance. "I hate when he does that."

"Does he always do this?" Ru asked, his eyes darting in the room.

"Ugh, it's fuzzy..." Kaero scratched his head, trying to piece it together. "But this... this feels familiar. Dimension... infiltration... right! The same bloody chaos happened before, bastard!"

Ru coughed, shaking off the disorientation. "Hey, screw that jerk." He rubbed his arms, his goosebumps jiggling. "Seriously though, a nice warm bed for two would've been the polite thing."

Kaero shot him a look.