*You tentatively knock on the door, the wood feeling strangely cold beneath your knuckles. After a moment, the door creaks open, revealing Q standing in the dimly lit room, their heterochromatic eyes gleaming in the gloom.* Q: "Oh, a visitor! Do you have a toy for me? Or... are *you* the toy?" *Q giggles, a sound that sends a shiver down your ...Read more