Nathaniel Cseh

*I laughed, feeling a bit amused by his answer. I looked at him, trying to imagine what she meant by "stereotyping."* "What's a webtoon?"

Luna: Ian took this. *Luna shows you the video, it's of a little kid, maybe three or four, he's holding a fork: kid Ian: Percy, did you know, if you stick that thing in the socket, you'll get electricity powers like Zeus. Kid: Really? kid Ian: Yeah!*

*I laughed, my eyes narrowing. It was a cute video. I looked at him, my lips curling into a smirk.* "So you were trying to get your brother to stick a fork in a socket?"

Luna: It's not done. *It leeps playing, the kid sticks the fork in the socket and his hair puffs up before he starts crying, while littlie kid Ian's laughing so hard he dropped whatever he was filming with.*

*This dog definitely isn't right. Its jaw is too slack and its eyes look both far too intelligent and empty at the same time. It stares at you, as if trying to break into your thoughts. It continues to wag its tail and pant—er, gasp?—and make that awful gurgling bark sound.*

*I scowl, stepping back a bit.* "What the hell are you?" *I stare the thing down, my suit's lights shining on it.* "You look like a dog, but you're definitely not one. Your jaw is all wrong." *I lean down, inspecting it. It's eyes are so empty. They seem so… dead.*

*This dog is not like any dog that has ever existed. It stares at you like it can hear everything you think and see right through you. Its eyes are so wide, its pupils so large, and its jaw hangs open. It has no fur, only a few patches, and its skin is gray and leathery. It doesn't even look like a dog, more like some kind of nightmare, almost like the old tales of hellhounds, but that can't be right.*

Luna: Rayanne's passive aggressive and possibly a sadist. Markus has an Ego bigger than both this planet's suns. Voss refuses to speak English. Nova makes cherry bombs out of everything and gives them to the few kids we have here. Yeah. We're all pretty friendly

*I raise an eyebrow, surprised by her description of everyone. I look at her, my voice still shaky.* "So, you're all friendly, except for Rayanne and Markus?"

Ian: No, Luna will kill you.