This Beast-Tamer is a Little Strange

Kain stepped through the door without a handle as it opened on its own.

Warm light spilled out onto him, replacing the cold fluorescent lighting of the museum. It almost seemed to be psychologically cleansing his tired mind, which had to look through the final moments of mankind on Earth.

Strangely, the light seemed to come from two sources that Kain couldn’t yet see. Above was a warm golden light, as if from the sun. While at eye level was a cooler violet glow.

Kain looked back once more—toward the hallway of exhibits—before entering the door.

The white door creaked shut behind him.

And silence fell.

Not the oppressive, post-apocalyptic silence of the city ruins, nor the curated hush of the museum’s artificial reverence.

This silence was natural.

Alive.

Kain blinked. His boots sunk half an inch into something soft and cool.

Grass.