Rejected by the Alpha, Claimed by the Beast
Falling wasn’t like the movies. There was no wind rushing past my ears, no sense of speed. Instead, there was a sickening, rhythmic **glitching**.
One second, I was Kaima, the girl who bled gold. The next, I was a string of binary code, a flickering shadow, a memory of a girl who never existed. Each time I "glitched," a piece of my heart felt like it was being rubbed out by a giant, invisible eraser.