T A I N T E D .
( allison. )
dainty digits slide leather - bound parchment
over a tarnished tabletop, towards the youngest
winchester; and the pages of her family’s bestiary
in question were all tabbed with sticky notes.❛ i don’t think it’s limited to HEARTS. there was
a guy three counties over, found almost the exact
same way; but missing his spleen — and he turned
up just two days ago. whatever it is, it’s moving fast. ❜
’ —— have you ever heard of something doing that though? ’
focus shifts from the luminous screen of his laptop
to the matured pages held carefully in the female’s
hands. his mind wanders for a moment, visualizing
his father’s journal in mind, yet finding himself
coming up short of a logical solution.
’ so this thing just wants random organs !?
that doesn’t make any sense.
maybe this just isn’t our sort of problem,
——— allison. ’
