"Ren!" Eria screamed, collapsing into her brother’s arms. They held each other, crying into the rain-soaked fabric of their clothes.
The glass shattered.
Kemono moved through the shadows, his footsteps silent. His ears rotated like radar dishes, filtering out the drip of water and the groan of settling metal, listening for heartbeats. kemono dezmall
Eria pulled away from her brother and looked at Kemono with immense gratitude. "Thank you. How can we ever repay you?"
Two knives embedded themselves in the firing mechanisms of the guards' weapons. The third grazed a cheek, drawing a thin line of blood. Kemono moved through the shadows, his footsteps silent
"You already have," Kemono said, tapping the cred-chip on the desk. He looked up, his amber eyes tired but sharp. "Now go. Before the Curator’s drones start sweeping the sector."
"Everything is for sale, Kemono," The Curator sneered. He tapped a cane on the floor. "Release the Hounds." "Thank you
Dezmall paused. He looked at his scarred paws, then at the glowing seed. He had spent his whole life dreaming of an escape, but he realized he didn't want to live in a world of silence. He wanted the rain. He wanted the noise.
