
Faustic
Jin Yurinhalt was a hero. She led the charge, fought the homunculi, slayed their queen. Jin Yurinhalt won the war.
So why does she have trouble sleeping at night?
She’s tried therapy. She’s tried pills. Hell, she’s even tried neural implants, but nothing stopped the gnawing darkness that haunted her dreams. The most she could do was throw herself into her work as a Runner, cyborgs whose job was to hunt down what remained of the homunculi revolt.
The Runners’ most wanted target was Dimitri Faust, a deranged homunculi-sympathizer and the man that started the war. When he was finally...
Table of Contents
- I only wish that she can be happy.
- Born to inherit the Earth.
- His blood.
- Lymph filling his lips, viscous and bitter.
- Those were someone else’s dreams.
- Recognition held in them like fireflies in a bottle.
- We demand some god damn empathy.
- Maybe I'm the hero.
- We are not here to save lives.
- The ghost laughed.
- Jin Yurinhalt was afraid of death.
- It smelt like home.
- The exact number.
- Wood or iron, they burn all the same.
- The tragedy of the virtuous.
- I love you too.
- Futility is always better than apathy.
- What’s one more corpse to a monument?
- I'm tired.