Marcus awoke with a sharp breath, his body drenched in cold sweat.
The apartment was quiet…too quiet. The kind of quiet that made his skin crawl. The ceiling above him flickered faintly with glitching shadows, like static from an old CRT screen bleeding into reality. His mouth was dry, and his limbs felt like steel bars had been grafted into his bones.
"You're awake," a voice slithered in, low and sharp like a wire being pulled taut.
Fang was perched upside down on the ceiling, one leg dangling lazily, arms crossed, the ever-present smug grin tugging at his lips.
Marcus groaned. "Not the best wake-up call."
"You've been asleep for three days. At this rate, you're going to sleep through your own ascension," Fang drawled. "Lucky for you, Daddy Processor left me here to babysit your sorr
