COLD STEEL, BLEEDING HEARTS
“I closed the door, Julian. But some of them were already through. They’re like ink stains on paper. You can’t just wipe them away.”
A strange shadow moved at the far end of the warehouse. It wasn’t a person, not really. Just this tall, skinny shape, twitchy, flickering, like something on a broken TV. One of the Returned—a scientist who vanished twenty years ago. Now his eyes glowed flat green, empty.
“The girl…” The Returned’s voice echoed off the metal walls. His lips didn’t even move. “She gave the child the dream. Now we are hungry for the dreamer.”