Katherine
The severed heads of the men I used to respect stare up at me with glazed, dead eyes. It’s been hours since Priest winded me with news that knocked everything I knew down like a Jenga tower.
The Death’s Temple, my guild, my home… is, in fact, involved with the most disgusting thing to come out of humanity since s*****y and segregation. I can’t doubt what’s been presented to me anymore; the more I think of what Priest has said, the more it starts to make sense.
My father’s flight plans, the donations to churches, and those two specific orphanages…
Disgust coils in my gut, and I rush to the bathroom only to dry heave as there’s nothing in my stomach. I haven’t been able to eat or sleep since he came in here, and now I’m sitting in front of the large windows again. Even with th
