Lustery Alex Sammm =link=

"I’m here for the pickup," Alex said, voice steady. He adjusted the collar of his trench coat. Rain dripped from the brim of his hat onto the dark hardwood floor.

Suddenly, the lights in the shop flared a blinding white. The beaded curtain was thrown aside violently. Lustery stepped out, but he wasn't shuffling anymore. He stood tall, his shadow stretching across the ceiling, jagged and monstrous. lustery alex sammm

Alex pulled the box out and opened it. The liquid inside hissed, the color shifting to a dull, muddy brown. "I’m here for the pickup," Alex said, voice steady

Alex didn't think. He grabbed Sammm’s hand—the grip familiar, electric, grounding—and yanked her toward the back exit. He didn't care about the Seraph's Tears anymore. The job was blown. Suddenly, the lights in the shop flared a blinding white

"Not without the memory," Sammm said. She wasn't looking at Lustery; she was looking at the jar on the counter—Alex’s memory. "Nobody should have to lose that much just to survive."