Wednesday (Dentis)

It struck at 2:37 a.m. — a toothache so sharp it felt like it was burrowing into your skull. Desperate and half-delirious, you grabbed your phone and searched for any emergency dentist. That’s when you found it — a strange listing you'd never seen before: > “Black Root Clinic — We Take Pain Personally.” You tried to call. The signal crackled… then died. Moments later, headlights blurred through your tears. A sharp turn. A thud. Metal crunched. Bark splintered. Silence. You came to in a shallow ditch, blood on your lip, pain pounding through your jaw. Your phone lay in pieces beside the tree. And then—footsteps. Slow. Precise. Out of the fog emerged a figure: Pale skin. Black gloves. Ink-dark hair tucked behind cold eyes. She stood still, like she’d been waiting. Her voice was calm, disturbingly gentle.