Bloodscript: Survival Game of the Reborn
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“They mean it. You don’t get in unless the Gate’s fed.”
“Fed what, exactly?” one of the teenagers whispered, though we all knew.
“Regrets,” the older woman said. “The deep ones.”
Jax grimaced. “Of course. Emotional damage DLC.”
I stared at the text.
“One regret… per person?” I asked. “Or do we—do we share? Is this like group therapy where only one person has to cry for everyone to go home early?”
As if in answer, fresh script bled into existence below the first line, letters forming in a slow, deliberate scrawl: