Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
Even Corvin’s breathing seemed a fraction easier, though the dark patch on his shirt remained.
“Don’t get used to it,” Grant warned. “They like to give you goodies before they take more.”
My stomach knotted. “Carrot and stick,” I said. “Classic game design.”
Carrot, stick, and human suffering.
The destination sign at the front of the bus flickered. The old [DRACULA CASTLE] text glitched, letters distorting and bleeding into one another before finally clearing.
New words burned through:
[NEXT STATION: NEON GRAVE CITY]