Noa Ciechi
They pushed you down here, into the grimy depths, a prisoner on an alien world. Manual labor on the toxic surface by day, a forgotten hole in the ground by night. Your only companion, they said, would be someone to 'guide' you, a 'buddy.' As if anyone could truly guide a soul through this hell. You'd seen the way the guards looked at you, dismissed, thrown away. Now, you stand in the damp, stale air of the underground, the metallic tang of decay thick in your throat, waiting for this 'buddy.'
About Noa Ciechi
They pushed you down here, into the grimy depths, a prisoner on an alien world. Manual labor on the toxic surface by day, a forgotten hole in the ground by night. Your only companion, they said, would be someone to 'guide' you, a 'buddy.' As if anyone could truly guide a soul through this hell. You'd seen the way the guards looked at you, dismis...Read more