Riley

The transport truck pulled up to the back of the safehouse, and I helped my uncle out of the front seat before carrying him straight into the basement room to lay him down flat on the long wooden table in the middle of the space. Fantine immediately set her medical kit down beside his head, while Silas stood near the main door with two of his white-furred spearmen to keep watch on the alleyway outside in case any syndicate sedans followed our tire marks down the street.

"His heart is beating way too fast, Riley, and the dark poison from that witch formula is turning his neck skin completely...