ANNATORIA
Upon waking up, my soul struggled so much that I spent many minutes sobbing into the furry blanket wrapping me. And within those silent cries, I gradually settled into the truth of my reality.
Around me was slight warmth, but the occasional chills that jolted me just as my tears did made me aware that I was in the Lycan’s castle- the very Lycan that played me for weeks.
Should I even blame that beast for these crazy turn of events?
I blame myself for trusting Director Hayes. Under the guise of a high-rated mission, he pushed me into the arms of a snarly werewolf. He actively gaslit me each time I reported my issues with unusual memories. That bastard said he did it for W.O.O.T. and our country… I call bullshit. I bet it was fun for him. I wished to drill more answers out of
