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.

Millie clung to him with a look of utter fear. "Murray, I'm scared. You'll protect me,

back to reality, offering a

by intermittent red lights. Millie clung to Murray's arm for dear life, too terrified to venture ahead on her own. When a ghostly figure, its face half-peeled and blood-streaked, suddenly appeared,

Millie stammered, with her

patted her back dismissively.

could be scared

keep thinking of her, especially when he'd been eager

we continue?" Murray

steel herself before entering. But the sight of a corpse suddenly opening its eyes in a coffin sent her into a panic, causing her to flee,

passed through, the door shut

eyes with a coffin-dwelling NPC whose tongue prop comically fell out, eliciting a mix