Killing Liza

"This isn't possible. You aren't supposed to exist!" I argue. "You're supposed to be made up; a myth to scare people from experimenting with science!"

He smirks at me, darkly amused.

"Open up your eyes, love. Because we're standing right in front of you."

He leans in closer, but I don't give him the satisfaction of flinching.

"I assure you, we're very real."