Chapter 114

The laser tag place looked like a rave had crashed into a warehouse and never emotionally recovered.

Lyra stepped inside and immediately felt at home.

Neon lights pulsed along the walls in aggressive shades of blue and purple. Fog drifted low across the floor like it had unfinished business. Somewhere nearby, a group of ten-year-olds screamed with the kind of unfiltered joy adults only experienced