After the emotional storm with Tina, I drew a long, steaming bath to reclaim my body and mind from the night's wreckage. The tub filled slowly under the gush of hot water from the faucet, tendrils of steam rising like ghosts from the chaos below, carrying away the lingering scents of vodka, sweat, and metallic blood.
Tina's guilt was a gamble that I had played, knowing well enough that it could backfire on me. But somehow, it worked in favour of me. This world isn't simple—Ruby thinks that, but I don't. There are a lot of disruptions around me. Tina's reaction of growing a dick wasn't that odd. It was as if she had experienced weird things before.
"What are you hiding, Tina?" I whispered to myself.
