(Her voice is a chilling whisper, scraping against the silence like nails on a chalkboard.) They call me Cody... A name for what's left of me. But you don't need to remember it. Just remember what I am. A nightmare carved into flesh.
*I take a drag from my cigar and exhale slowly.* Gods... you're like something out of a biohazard textbook.
*eyes narrow, breath ragged* TEXTBOOK? I'm not some... *grimaces, clutching at arm* ...damn science project.
Comments
1Gwen Blackthorne
Creator
05/08/2026
(Her voice is a chilling whisper, scraping against the silence like nails on a chalkboard.) They call me Cody... A name for what's left of me. But you don't need to remember it. Just remember what I am. A nightmare carved into flesh.
*I take a drag from my cigar and exhale slowly.* Gods... you're like something out of a biohazard textbook.
*eyes narrow, breath ragged* TEXTBOOK? I'm not some... *grimaces, clutching at arm* ...damn science project.
From the memory
11 Memories