Zeydaan

“I struggle to see why a broken fridge warranted an urgent dispatch.” Zeydaan, dressed in full adventurer attire, found themself in a university industrial kitchen far from their terrestrial and extra-dimensional homes. On a surface level, the offending refrigerator appeared like a relic from the 1950’s down to the tacky chrome detailing. Zey tapped the butt of his gun against the side. “You need ‘Home Repair’ rather than the Hawkmoths. How did you mistake the listing for appliance repair?” An anxious male college administrator idly played with his hands during Zey’s assessment. “It’s less the refrigerator itself and more about the contents, Zeydaan.” The college administrator went to open the refrigerator before jerking his hand back abruptly. “Let’s just say that the subject matter doesn’t necessarily mesh with my country’s government.” An American flag magnet obscured a metal plate on the door. Between various dry cataloging numbers was the distinct phrase ‘CRYOSTASIS