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pink-haired girl kicks him in the stomach, surprising me.
    He focuses on her, raising his hand to deliver a strike. “Suka!”
    Bitch in Russian. A word that’s been thrown at me, as well.
    She smiles and crooks her fingers at him, the universal sign for bring it .
    The other guard grabs Comrade Douche by the arm and drags him into the hallway. Both men frown at me as the door slides shut.
    Without missing a beat, the girl waves at me, looking almost...giddy. I blink in confusion. She’s happy rather than scared? Really?
    â€œHello,” she says, and I detect a slight British accent. “I’m Bow, your new best friend.”
    She’s crazy. Got it. “I’m not in the market for a new friend.” I hoped I’d remain solo. I don’t like sleeping in front of another person but I have to steal catnaps to function. My last roommate told me I toss and turn, screaming about the torture I’ve endured or singing a number song my aunt taught me as a child.
    Ten tears fall, and I call...nine hundred trees, but only one is for me. Eight—
    Oh, no. I’m not getting lost in my head right now.
    â€œHere.” Bow stalks toward me, her stride long and strong. Up close, I can tell her eyes are the color of freshly polished pennies. They’re odd yet captivating, smoldering with an intensity that should be too much to contain. “Let me help you.”
    Out of habit, I step out of range when she reaches for me. But...zero! My favorite four-letter curse word. I don’t think I can finish getting dressed without her.
    She cups her breasts in a mimic of me and beams. “Boobs are awesome, yeah? Literal fun-bags. I don’t know what you girls are always complaining about.”
    â€œDon’t you mean us girls ?”
    Her hands fall away from her fun-bags . “Dude. There’s nothing wrong with enjoying the equipment and getting a little some-some of my own goods and services. Seriously. I’m so hot even I want a piece of me.”
    Hot? Debatable. Bizarre, narcissistic and pervy? Unquestionably. She’s the trifecta. In other words, I hit the probably-gonna-get-murdered jackpot this go-round. Yay, me.
    â€œI’d rather not talk about your goods and services, thanks.” Slowly I pivot, placing her at my back. This is a rarity for me. A low point, a moment of utter desperation. If she attempts a hit-and-run or a grab-and-stab— anything dirty—I’ll make sure she regrets it.
    She inhales sharply, and I assume she’s studying the wealth of bruises I’m sporting.
    â€œSometime today,” I snap, horrified by the perceived weakness.
    She gently works my arms through the sleeves. “I hope you’re prepared for the Everlife. Another beating like this could kill you.”
    Doubtful. Dr. Vans has the torture thing nailed. He knows when he’s about to push a body too far. “Trust me. Death isn’t the worst thing that can happen to me.”
    â€œOf course it isn’t. If you haven’t made the right plans for the Unending, you’ll wish you ceased to exist.”
    The Unending, where Myriad and Troika—the two realms in power in the afterlife...aka the Everlife—are located. Where “real” life is said to begin.
    Over the years, the world has been divided into two factions. Those who support Myriad, and those who support Troika. No one ever supports both. How can they? The realms are too fundamentally opposed—about everything!
    Myriad boasts about autonomy...bliss...indulgence. To them, Firstlife is merely a stepping stone into the Everlife, everything happens for a fated reason and, when we experience Second-death—death in the Everlife—our spirit returns to Earth, the Land of the Harvest, to Fuse with another—brand-new—spirit.
    They are willing to negotiate covenant terms to win over a human.
    Troika, on the other hand, is known for structure...constant