a pale & bloodied finger rubs over the metal of her camera, ‘midnight gazette’ etched into the steel body.

most of karin’s photos were too blurry to publish, given the unusual tremors in her hands. sure, she’s covered wars and seen things, but nothing like this. nothing like the moonscorched, the strange dreams or the total ruin prehevil has seemingly fallen into overnight.

a twig snaps behind her, pilot’s jacket whipping around as she turns to find the source, camera clicking out of sheer journalist instinct.

“-the hell?”