"Sister, your hands are shaking."
She grabbed my wrist bone and put the muzzle of the gun to her heart.
The monitor screen flashes red behind us - only one of us can get out of this gene bank.
The direwolf bared its fangs behind the explosion-proof glass, gnawing at the bones of the "Twin Queens" twenty years ago.
Did they also confront each other like this back then?
Like now...
Put a kiss on the bloody trigger,
Use your teeth to unbuckle the opponent's protective clothing.
Asking in the dying gasp——
"You hate me even more for stealing your genetic sequence,
Or do you hate me more for making you want to live? "
