Love Burned, She Rose Unscathed

"Come on in," the staff member announced, stepping aside from the split curtains that fluttered eerily with the draft coming through, revealing a pitch-black corridor. Screams echoed intermittently, making Leda swallow hard and tighten her grip on Roseanne's hand, hesitatingly stepping inside.

Almost dragging her along, Roseanne couldn't help but chuckle at Leda's timidity. "We could always bail, okay?"

"No way! We're already here!" Petrified yet unwilling to admit it, Leda bravely pulled Roseanne forward.

Suddenly, a ghastly figure jumped out.

"Ah! Anne, help me!"

Murray whipped around, sure he'd heard someone call out Anne?

But a glance around yielded no sign of the familiar face, causing him to frown in frustration.

a look

to reality, offering a

lights. Millie clung to Murray's arm for dear life, too terrified to venture ahead on her own. When a

Millie stammered, with her face buried in

her back dismissively. "It's over.

how anyone could be scared by

thinking of her, especially when he'd been eager to move

we continue?" Murray suggested,

steel herself before entering. But the sight of a corpse suddenly opening its eyes in a coffin sent her

had headed toward the exit, but once she passed through, the

eyes with a coffin-dwelling NPC whose tongue prop comically fell out, eliciting a mix of pity and amusement from her. She stepped forward and tucked it