One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
“What did he want?” Clay called. He and Luke were nearly up to the House of Mirrors entrance.
“He—he said we should get out while we can,” I stammered, running over to them. I lost them for a moment in the blinding sunlight reflected off the glass building.
Luke laughed. “These Horror guys are great!” he declared. “They really try to scare you in this place!”
They've basically been extremely passive and uninterested in all their interactions with patrons up until this point; OOC is srs business.