Vinnie’s apartment was a wasteland. Dust and cobwebs covered stacks of forgotten board games and half-read books scattered throughout the living room. The kitchen had more dust than cutlery, and the bathroom sink looked more like a Halloween decoration than a proper sink. An abandoned controller lounged on the living room couch, snuggling up with a thick layer of soot for good measure.
“Well, this is embarrassing.” Vinnie said, monotone. I didn’t know what I was feeling, but something was boiling over.
“Look, none of us are humans. If you’re not actually embarrassed, you don’t have to say you are.” I glared at her, before making my way to her fridge. The door was ripped open in a flash, and my own reflection stared back at me from dozens of jars of blood. The fridge’s shelves contained n
