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.

look of utter fear. "Murray,

snapped back to reality, offering

broken only by intermittent red lights. Millie clung to Murray's arm for dear life, too terrified to venture ahead on her

Millie stammered, with her face

patted her back dismissively. "It's

understand how anyone could be scared by such amateurish

Why did he keep thinking of her, especially when he'd been eager to move on? "Murray?" Millie looked up, catching the fleeting shadow of depth in his

continue?" Murray suggested,

sight of a corpse suddenly opening its eyes in a coffin sent her into a panic, causing her to

through, the door shut behind her, leaving Roseanne to find another way

around, she accidentally locked 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 back