The Hybrid's Hope
I reach out to rip the restraints open, only to hiss when I realize it’s silver.
“So, you were a werewolf, like me. I’ll be back. I won’t leave you like this.”
I really have no idea if talking out loud matters, if there’s a spirit that can hear me, or if I’m just trying to calm myself. Either way, I continue to talk to whatever ghosts are in this place, ripping open restraints when they aren’t silver. There’s always a gust of wind when I do, making me think that maybe Malcolm is right about the ghosts.