CUTC-026
Barista: Jericho Myerscough
Date: Dec-15-2019
Receipt: CUTC-026
Subject: Omens
My turn to watch her.
Katherine’s quiet. Too quiet. Just sitting there in the cell, staring at nothing. Not asleep, not awake—just… still. Like she’s afraid if she moves, something inside her will move too.
I don’t like it.
I’m sure she’s a sweet girl and all—but… I don’t know if getting attached to her is good for any of us.
I hate silence. So I figured, why not ask the ol’ reliable for a bit of company, eh? Gave it a few shakes just to see what’d come up.
What is she now?
Is Katherine still herself?
Should we trust her?
Oh, come on—at least before, it gave me non-answers. Now? Just blank sides. Nothing at all.
Swear down, I think this thing’s broken. I’ve been rolling it between my hands, feeling its cold dead weight and that strange pulse that always seems just beneath the surface. Usually, it’s full of cryptic nonsense, half-truths, and riddles.
But this?
This is worse.
The bloody 8-Ball doesn’t want to talk about her.
I’ve hit a dead end—
…Dead end.
It’s a dead end.
A sign that points to yes.
…Oh, piss off. Stupid piece of tat—give me something. Anything.
…
…
Wait.
Hang on.
Give me a sign—an omen—anything.
Whispers of the damned can be heard from all around.
A sign points to a body that will not stay in the ground.
Wails of the dead are heard from howls of a black hound.
Far away, a king is slain, and a crow is crowned.
Fuck off.
Here I’ve been asking questions—should’ve just told it what I wanted.
But… what do we do with these now?
Seems like four omens—four signs to watch for…
But… watching for what?