C64 Chains

“Wake up, little werewolf lover,” a man whispered next to my ear.

I could feel his breath fanning over the side of my face, stirring my hair.

“Don’t call her that.” Another voice—further away but also more familiar than the last.

The breathing beside me stopped.

I tried to make sense of what was happening around me but the world was too foggy. It was like I was sifting through a haze