Z land

Previously

…He stepped closer, invading my personal space. I could smell the stale sweat and something else on him, something musky and wild. “You think you’re special, don’t you? Woke up with amnesia, found a magic book. Maybe you think you’re the chosen one, destined to find the exit. Well, let me tell you something, kid. There are no chosen ones here. Just survivors. And those who don’t learn to be ruthless… they don’t last long.” His hand shot out, not to strike, but to grab the