Illustration by K. Ryan The bottom of the well was black. Fetid water sloshed at Shichi’s chest, soaking his clothes as he clung to the wall. His breathing echoed off of the stone walls, harsh gasps laced with panic. Each…

Illustration by K. Ryan Shichi had hoped once Gin was safe in their company, the dreams would stop. This hope was dashed as he drifted off into a series of bitter, lonely memories that kept him tossing through the night.…