Warning; Scales is a body-horror serial and, at times, terrible terrain for the mind.
I choked on the night air as I sprinted home without thought. No mask, no pack. Only the late atmosphere filled with a sweet rot and the light sting of ammonia.
As I reach the door the scent keenly switches from ammonia to iron.
I knew at once what I was in for.
“Lily,” I wondered. “What did you do.”