PERSEFONE POV
I heard the click of a lock before I saw the door.
Somewhere to my right.
Hidden enough from my sight that I hadn’t noticed it immediately, which was annoying because I hated when evil laboratories had better architecture than my visual span.
Then the smell hit me.
Antiseptic, metal and latex, with a hint of chemical bitterness undertones.
And something underneath all of it that made my stomach tighten before my brain had a name for it.
That same sterile rot from the needle.
Wonderful.
My new least favorite perfume. Eau de mort (aka water of death).
The door opened with a soft hiss and a man stepped inside wearing a white coat, dark trousers and gloves so clean they made me want to bite through them out of principle.
He didn’t look like one of the weird monster hy
