18
Vulpes
The key slid home easily into the lock of my apartment door. Turning it, I pushed the door open as I stepped over the threshold. I was mid yawn, exhausted from my day at the shop, when I felt it. That f*****g presence and this time a hint of smoke. The one that made my hairs stand on end and sends a cold sweat down my spine. f**k. Somebody had been here. I took hesitant steps through the small entryway hall, eyes darting off the walls as if he’d just magically melt out of one of them.
I stood in the confines of my living room, my heart pounding against my rib cage like a caged bird desperate for escape. The air was thick with the scent of iron and decay, a testament to the macabre tableau that lay before me. Ryker"s latest delivery sat ominously on the table, a box that seemed
