C54 Rations (Khovahsh Burgoos)

Ever since I was little, she hath always been there for me—my adoptive mother, Sonjai. I used to love the vivid bedtime stories she recited to me from the heart via her memory, and she told equally powerful horror stories as well. She used to make my heart beat out of my chest with the blood-curdling tales that made it impossible for me to sleep at night. I used to hate her for it