A gust of frigid wind swept through the ruined throne room, carrying the scent of decay and something worse. Diego's breath caught in his throat as he took an instinctive step back, his fingers twitching, ready to summon his knives. The sound of footsteps, slow, deliberate, impossibly heavy, echoed from behind the shattered throne.
Miles remained still. His fingers flexed at his sides, but he made no move to summon his scythe. Yet Diego could feel it, the way his best friend's body tensed ever so slightly, like a coiled spring ready to snap.
Then, she appeared.
From behind the ruined throne, the Queen of Hearts emerged. Or, at least, what was once her.
Diego had seen nightmares before. He had witnessed the horrors of The Glitch, the twisted monstrosities that roamed the streets of their broken world. But nothing, nothing, prepared him for the sight before him.