[right][h2]The Void Once Called Charlie's Catharsis[/h2][@BaronOBeefDip][/right]

[color=808080]With her first step toward the exit, the bar begins to dissolve.

The walls crumble like ash caught in wind. Tables, stools, bottles—all of it dissolves into nothing. Beneath the Keeper's feet, the floor gives way to void. Suspended, they wait, making certain every last trace of Charlie has vanished before looking down.

In their open palm, a mass of tissue squirms. Half-formed body parts grow from it—an eye embedded in the flesh, teeth jutting from one edge, an ear, fingers that curl and uncurl. A pulse runs through the mass.

The Keeper pinches the thing between thumb and forefinger and turns it, examining from different angles. It writhes.

They open their mouth and drop it in.

It tastes much sweeter than it looks.[/color]