excerpt from a story I will never write - Jihan Mour.
Upon seeing the grotesque figure encased in glass, I screamed. What else could I have done? I had just woken up to some monster in a giant tank in front of me. My head throbbed, the sound of blood rushing in my ears deafeningly loud. To accompany that, the heart monitor started shrieking as my heart hammered in my chest. Nurses rushed in to see what was wrong, but none of them seemed perturbed by the creature's presence. Just... What the hell is going on?
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