Ascension of a Gamma
It was Gale’s idea, the sick bastard.
My friend hadn’t talked yet so he should still have his sanity intact. Inside the building, the smell was nothing short of disgusting, and yet Gale’s team of similar-minded bastards could spend hours in here.
“Rhea! Why don’t you take a break, sweetheart?”
Something metal fell on the floor. Rhea was in my face the moment the clanging sound echoed in the room.
“We don’t use names here, Gamma,” she hissed through full red lips. A cutesy mask that resembled that of a cat’s, covered half of her face. It was weird that one corner was decorated with a long feather when cats have fur.