& to a place i come where nothing shines
The pleas suddenly stop. There is a distinct mechanical sound, a metallic clunk as the exterior portion of the hand-scanner is touched, clearly rejecting whatever is there. Grating steel sings for just a fraction of a second before the shadow before the door grows still.
"A heart beat?" The man's voice from before asks, though now it is quite calm. "There are plenty of those." His—or its—smile is palpable.
The shadow slinks away.
"A heart beat?" The man's voice from before asks, though now it is quite calm. "There are plenty of those." His—or its—smile is palpable.
The shadow slinks away.