Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
Beside me, Jax’s pipe‑hand clenched around nothing hard enough that I heard the tendons in his wrist creak.
“Fucking hell,” he said under his breath. “They—”
“Shut it off,” Corvin said, voice low and deadly, directed at the air.
The Game’s track‑voice continued, unbothered.
“FROM THIS HUMBLE CRASH SITE,” it purred, over a slow‑motion shot of my body going limp, “A NEW STAR WAS BORN…”
The feed cut to the first world.
Me stumbling off the bus, disoriented.
Me throwing up in the Dracula castle.