The Phoenix Before Doomsday
And there are people.
Not many, but enough. Maybe a dozen, standing in a loose circle around us, watching us with cold, empty eyes. They're not Corrupted, not exactly, but they're not human either. There's something wrong with them, something in the way they move, something in the way they look at us like we're already dead.
I recognize one of them.
The man in the black coat.
He's standing at the edge of the circle, his arms crossed, his face blank. His eyes are the worst part, dark and depthless, like looking into a void.