Chapter 67

Talia and I stared dumbfounded back at the stage. It was, without a doubt, our friend and comrade Vanessa who was up in there, surrounded by strange people whom I could barely recognize. Their faces were hidden in grotesque masks, and their body language indicated that everything we have been seeing was not a performance. Besides, the circling fire around Van was proof enough that she didn’t suddenly join a group of theatre people just for kicks. No. . . This was about something else. Something...