I awoke without an arm in a house of medicine which is in disrepair other than come precautions taken. The kitchen is stocked with a great amount of food and devices that I don't recognize. Technologies I don't recognize are all over the floors, as well as glass that heavy objects didn't even crack. I'm unarmed.
Also my left arm is missing. The wounds don't appeal surgical, and my bond with the fiend that heals me isn't functioning. Nor are my saint powers and concealment ability. None of my abilities appear to be functioning right now.
I'm glad the arm wasn't bleeding.
Twenty-nine other individuals are here, and the captor is called the Transmitter. Information on all of them will be noted somewhere else.
I don't believe this is Carggik or Tgurneu's work.
Week 1 Sunday
I awoke without an arm in a house of medicine which is in disrepair other than come precautions taken. The kitchen is stocked with a great amount of food and devices that I don't recognize. Technologies I don't recognize are all over the floors, as well as glass that heavy objects didn't even crack. I'm unarmed.
Also my left arm is missing. The wounds don't appeal surgical, and my bond with the fiend that heals me isn't functioning. Nor are my saint powers and concealment ability. None of my abilities appear to be functioning right now.
I'm glad the arm wasn't bleeding.
Twenty-nine other individuals are here, and the captor is called the Transmitter. Information on all of them will be noted somewhere else.
I don't believe this is Carggik or Tgurneu's work.