Miles away, in the secured fifth floor of Raven's Crow headquarters, Morra sat cross-legged in her cage that kept her contained and docile.
Then she felt it.
A tingling sensation that started at the base of her skull and spread like ice water down her spine. Her eyes snapped open, and she stood immediately, hands gripping the bars of her cage.
"This should be interesting," she whispered.
What Kurt didn't know, what the guild didn't understand, was that Reapers operated under strict rules. Once a target was marked for reaping, no other entity dared interfere.
It was cosmic law, enforced through fear and consequence. But now? With Morra trapped, with the Reaper protocols stalled, those rules no longer applied.
Kurt Manchester was open season.
Every horror, every creature, every thing that had been lurking in the shadows waiting for a chance at the Resurrection System could now move freely.
