"Wait, Zack. Don't go that way!"
Oh God... Oh God... Think... Think!
It's too late. I can't do anything. I have to stop him, he can't see what's ahead, he can't he can't he can't—
"Hey, Ray! What're you doin'?!"
Her eyes darken. Her bangs fall in front of her face, and she can feel every bit of energy in her body sap away.
It's too late.
All she can do now... is follow after, and watch everything crumble.
"This place totally looks like the inside of a house... What's goin' on?"
Zack's curious eyes flash across every inch of the floor he can swallow. After the hellish circumstances of the past five floors, this seems... too goddamned normal. One footstep out of the elevator gave him a weird vibe, just by how everything looks so oddly pristine— like it was all fake somehow, or like he'd walked into a real-life dollhouse. It gives him the creeps.
Still, compared to the rest, this feels even more foreboding than the last few. Each floor is modelled after the master's preferences as far as he knows; who the hell asked for a regular apartment or something in here? Not to mention, though he knew minor details about the other masters, whoever was supposed to be up here is a total blank for him. He's on high alert for any funny business.
What kind of fucked up person lives in here, anyway?
He'd stepped into what seems to be a darkened living room, and he can barely follow what's where around him. There's some moonlight pouring into the room from a window, but it feels artificial somehow. He tries a nearby lamp, but the lights refuse to turn on.
Great. Just dandy. Just what I need, another fucking Eddie on my hands.
Noting that Ray's gone quiet somewhere behind him, he glances back at her. Her expression immediately tells him something is off, and he places a hand on his hip, trying not to wince at the pain in his gut.
"Hey, what's wrong?" he asks. "You don't look so hot."
She doesn't answer. Her blue eyes are even less lively than before somehow, if that's even possible at this point. It worries him how ghostly pale she's become— could it be cause of her injuries or something?
"You worn out...?"
Still nothing, and he resigns himself to her creepy silence for now. He can focus more on her odd behavior later, once they get a feel for whoever lives in this place. It does bother at him, nagging at the back of his mind, and it pisses him off.
What's gotten into her lately? She's been actin' so strange.
Ever since B2, with that priest she ran into, Ray hasn't been the same. Something changed that he doesn't know about. Not to mention her spouting that he's her God or whatever.
He wants part of whatever drugs she's taking, that's for sure.
Zack moves further into the room, and notices bunches of colorful arrangements along the floor toward the farthest half. As he steps over them to examine them, reaching down to pluck at the head of it, he realizes they're flowers; fake flowers at that, yet they smell just like fully bloomed blossoms.
What's the deal with these flowers? Not to mention they're not even real... Fakes, but smell just like the real thing.
Getting out of the mass of plastic flowers, he glances toward the other side of the room. A cough sits there with something on it taking up most the space, and the big window in the back reveals a full moon.
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