enfangs | harrow.

[somewhere in the void........ when white sees harrow, he holds up a hand.]

Yo. See anything?

[Just grabbing White's hand, grabbing his other hand, bringing them close to her face and smelling them.]

Wh—?

[they

smell like hands? or rather, like cloth, since he's waring gloves.]

It's an effect, obviously. Bear with me one moment, I have to see it through.

[She scowls, but is going to start peeling his gloves off.]

W-Weird as hell, but fine...

[he'll let her, albeit looking kind of awkward as she does so.]

[She'll inspect his hands very carefully! Anything on there - marks or nicks or cuts?]

[nothing in particular, no!]

[Putting them down.]

I do apologize. So intrusive. It is my firm hope the reason for this will be explained tomorrow, rather than left forever a mystery like Douman's kicks.

[he blinks.]

You... have a compulsion to check people's hands?

I am most compelled, yes.

... Well, I sure hope everyone's washed their hands for your sake, then?

Ew. I hope so, too.

[Anyway.]

Have you learned anything? Noticed anything unusual?

Just the stuff related to where I stayed last night. Nothing outside of that, this week.

A pity. Us as well. There was an alcohol smell in the medbay at night, and in the morning, the pods appeared cracked.

Yeah, I got no idea what that means.

All the books in the library ended with "And then they all lived happily ever after...", and this morning, they all turned into self-help books covered in blood.