DRAVEN
The portal came just as the chill settled in—too sudden, too silent.
It wasn’t like anything I’d seen before. Not one of those warped shadows or smoke tricks the Union bastards toy with. No, this felt powerful… deliberate.
And what in the actual f**k is this place?
The portal didn’t vanish either. It hung there, pulsing—almost like it was breathing, inviting me in.
So I jumped. Not because I was scared of losing her—screw that. Sucks for the bastard who touched her. Selene and I are one. I’d find her.
But when I stepped through, expecting chaos, I landed in…
Nothing.
A wide, sterile room—white walls, white floor, no corners. Just one damn table and a single chair in the center like some kind of twisted therapy session.
And silence. The kind that presses into your ears like
