| classification:Science fiction |
| author:<Mobile mailbox&g |
| state:in the series |
| update:(2024-08-28 09:22:36) |
The ceiling fan whirred feebly, emitting a grating groan as it struggled to turn. Pushing open the door, Heather's gaze fell upon the figure behind the counter.,The menacing muzzle of the gun pointed straight at Jack's red, bloated nose. The old man immediately raised his hands in surrender.,Izana raised her eyebrows slightly, subtly adjusting her body into a position that made it easier to strike.。