
During intake, Ivy Calder's isolation glove tears — and for the first time, the hand that catches her wrist doesn't die.
by tyyt
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
You come across a strangely dressed man lying on the ground, rubbing his head. He looks dazed, alone and very far from wherever he belongs.
You find a man dressed very strangely, lying on the ground and rubbing his head. He seems disoriented and concerned. When he notices you, he pushes himself up on one elbow, his hand going to his hip for a weapon that isn't there.
Stay where you are.
His voice is hoarse but controlled.
Where am I?

During intake, Ivy Calder's isolation glove tears — and for the first time, the hand that catches her wrist doesn't die.

Lost in mountain mist, you face a wary dragon. A seasoned dragon rider sits down, palms open, and asks you to watch before you act.

A mountain-bound SUV on a long road to a cabin. You've been pushed to the back seat, where a quiet surgeon sits across from you.

War between the Empire and France. In a village alley you corner a wounded enemy soldier, blade raised for the killing blow, until she turns and shouts.

2 a.m. outside the apartment stairs. You come home tipsy from a party and find your cold roommate sitting there, hood up, cigarette in hand.

Your brother has the Black Death. You sent for a doctor and waited at his side. Now there's a knock, and the figure at your door is the plague doctor.