Johanna's head lay peacefully on the white pillow.
Her delicate features were haloed by the soft glow of a dim lamp.
Her slender hand twitched from time to time in an unconscious spasm — a bodily memory of the assault.
And there, crouched beside her... themonster.
He stared at her with a feverish, feral intensity, like a child at a glass window he couldn't break.
His fingers — black-nailed and clawed — gently brushed Johanna's cheek.
— "Interesting," he murmured. "Youknow, I can read everything you hide just by touching you."
— "So it's you… You, the chosen one. The solar virgin…" He whispered, with a twisted tenderness. "Why you? Why always you?"
His voice carried a seething hatred, but underneath it all… there was only jealousy.
Raw, visceral, bloody jealousy.
The kind that eats away at you from within until nothing remains but a black void.
— "You were nothing but a stranger, a mistake in their lineage… and yet Solaris chose you…"
