Celeste
I amble around the pitch-black room aimlessly, shouting Emily's name until my voice starts to sound scratchy and my throat hurts. When I call out her name and nothing comes out other than a wheeze, I admit defeat. The Lycans had brought hundreds of women into the room before we were unloaded and hundreds again after us. When the door closed for the final time, the room was filled to the brim with bodies. It is a unique form of torture to my eyes—I can sometimes make out the frightened faces of women when they catch my vision the right way, but otherwise I see nothing. It is difficult to work with a total absence of light.
Another door, on a different side of the room we entered from based on the corridor outside, opens every ten minutes. The first time that door opened, the ligh
