C7 Family Shadows

After the courtyard, the sanctuary felt smaller, its steel walls and humming monitors no longer a refuge but a cage. Lila sat at a battered table in the main chamber, her hands wrapped around a cold mug of coffee, the sigil from the alley burned into her mind. The Veil’s presence lingered like a chill she couldn’t shake, and her shadows, though quiet, pulsed with unease, mirroring her own