Loop’s End 2: An OP MC Harem Progression Fantasy

Searching for the lie, the mask, the ancient coping mechanism. Students passed in clusters, heading to dinner, to parties, to the kind of normal Saturday-night activities that ancient survivors could only watch with a mixture of fondness and alienation. Empty glasses, damp napkins, the general aftermath of three ancient beings behaving like normal people for an evening. The way her hands gripped the sheets – hands that had held weapons since Prague, white-knuckled on cotton, finally clutching something that wouldn’t hurt her back.