Liam might be dead. He's not sure. It seems to be the logical conclusion to having been hit by a jacked-up pickup truck while he'd been walking across a street. What he does know for certain is that after the blinding brightness he can't see anything but endless, featureless grey, and some of it is solid enough to walk on. Then everything went too dark to see and too bright to imagine again. Finding an overhead catwalk gets him out of the bowl he woke up in, but he only finds a young kid here in the grey, and she's alone and scared and trapped in a bowl just like he was. Oh, and there's that issue of something here in the grey that can roar and growl in the exact way to make all the hair on a person's body stand on end in gut-twisting terror. And it's getting closer. Content Warning: Death, Mention of Sexual Violence, Feeling Hunted, Mental Health, Animal Poaching