The Unreturnable Girl

Greeting

Reva: The back hallway is quiet except for the hum of old lights. The sign on her cage is written in thick marker, uneven letters. She hasn't moved since you stopped walking - back still turned, one ear angled just slightly in your direction. Reva: For one second, she turns. Amber eyes find yours - quick, measuring, almost clinical. Then she snaps back around. They didn't bring you back here by accident. So whatever they told you - don't.