Anurak
My Luna didn't speak. Any utterance would only delay us from finding Dtengmo. She stormed down the staircase, barely touching each step, seemingly floating to the bottom. Every action she made was graceful and effortless, even in times of desperation. However, she wasn't faultless, and the hollow look in her eyes told me she made a grave miscalculation, one that she couldn't take back.
We left the bathroom bloodied from the demon baby's delivery, but we returned to a literal bloodbath. On splintered floorboards lay Kun Priew, our wet-nurse, lifeless and mutilated, her intestines gnawed out directly from the stomach. In the corner, the mother, with the wormlike entrails dangling from her mouth, cackling as she feasted. In her other hand was the demon child, which she gripped so tig
