The eerie crimson glow of the red moon cast an unsettling hue over the landscape, its ethereal influence still lingering for another three days. Medusa sat in her dimly lit room inside the cave whenever she had to go during the red moon cycle.
On the other end of the line was a young woman, her voice raw with emotion as she whined and ranted, unleashing a torrent of anger and frustration.
One hour before this outburst, Aleysia had sent a voice note for her earlier, a desperate plea for Medusa to hear her throw a tantrum because she's missing her terribly and she can't think straight anymore.
