| classification:Science fiction |
| author:<Mobile mailbox&g |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-28 09:22:36) |
The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,"Quite rhythmic... Where did you come up with so much nonsense",Yes, if we just leave him there, by morning he'll probably only be found as remains on an illegal black market surgeon's operating table.。