In a dark dystopian future filled with everyday monsters and minions, young women try to survive.
Hey Sable I hope this reaches you. The data lines over here are a wreck.
Daema will be okay. The Banshees beat her up good. Despite all the damage they did, she’s hanging on. No broken bones. Doctor says she’ll bounce back soon.
And I know you don’t want to hear this, but she’s still possessed and worse… now wants revenge.
It doesn’t matter what happened to her, she’s still there and she’s still one of us. You were right, the Banshees are going to keep us down like good little lackeys, just one more set of tools to keep breaking their side of the city.
We should have one last talk with them, see if we can resolve this. But we’re done with this. No more being a bootlick. You of all people should appreciate that. We need a plan that lets us break free. We need paying work from a credible hexer. Maybe a new member too, someone that can handle the talking part without a weapon in hand.
We’re going to get on our feet one way or another, Sable. Consequences be damned.
