Ash-Wolfie

 Jaye had been sleeping for the most of the day. He had heard some of the other kids with whom he shared the house go in and out a couple of times, saying stuff about a mission, but he really didn’t care. A least the bed was comfortable, he thought at some point, when he awoke to get some water. The room was pretty plain, just a bed, a desk and some bookshelves, filled with books that reminded the taste of a 40 year old single woman. “Urgh… How is it possible that even in this crappy world this crap still exists?” he said picking up a copy of Fifthy Shades of Grey. “So, Gale, What exactly do I have to do in thi