[ He whips his head around the room, which is empty, then back towards the hall—
—where a little girl with long, black hair watches from behind the screen door, fingers hooked in the holes she's made in tiled lattices.
En startles, almost tripping over the futon on the floor in the process. Not to mention that he hears that oddity in Monts' voice, which prompts him to look even more startled. ]
Monts, get outta here...!
[ But where? He can see the thin sheen of a supernatural barricade around this entire room, almost as if to cage them inside.
The girl outside in the hall drags her long hair along the floor, swaying from side to side.
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—where a little girl with long, black hair watches from behind the screen door, fingers hooked in the holes she's made in tiled lattices.
En startles, almost tripping over the futon on the floor in the process. Not to mention that he hears that oddity in Monts' voice, which prompts him to look even more startled. ]
Monts, get outta here...!
[ But where? He can see the thin sheen of a supernatural barricade around this entire room, almost as if to cage them inside.
The girl outside in the hall drags her long hair along the floor, swaying from side to side.
"It's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair." ]