Hades
The lab inside the greenhouse was almost... comical.
A sterile glass cube planted in the middle of lush greenery—rows of vibrant flora curling toward the sun, while inside, the scent of antiseptic clung to everything.
The absurdity of it wasn't lost on me.
Inside this box of plastic and steel, surrounded by symbols of life and growth, we were searching for the truth about death.
And murder.
And monsters.
The walls of the cube were glass, perfectly transparent—no secrets, no shadows. Except for the one thing I couldn't bear to look at: the stasis capsule.
She floated in it like a ghost caught in amber. Danielle.
Unmoving. Untouched. Preserved in the exact condition I had found her in.
I tried not to look. Tried to keep my eyes focused on the people in lab coats bent over vials and glowing monitors. Five of them. Each with a job. Each efficient.
And all around them, tacked to the inner glass: photos.
Photos from that night.
