When Rickter heard the explosion, he rushed to reach the other side of the mansion where it came from. He had spent the day in the library, studying the ecology of the Verdantia forest, when he heard it.He ran, then stopped, for he noticed a strange sound. A ticking sound, like a clock.Tick, tock, tick, tock.Bzzz Simon Says … jump!Rickter stared dumbly to the hallway where he heard the sound.Tick, tock, tick, tock.Five seconds remain.Tick, tock, tick, tock.He blinked. Is this a trap? A game? Should I jump? Should I not? He gritted his teeth and jumped.Both players succeeded.Both? Rickter gasped. There was someone else there – he could see the shadowy figure emerge from the hall and into the library.The game will continue in ten seconds.‘You catch on quick, boy.’ The shadow stepped into the light. It was a woman with a gaunt face and dark blue hair. Pale makeup lined her skin, and dark mascara touched at her eyes. She looked quite athletic, considering her emaciated physiqu

Stocke held Caria Laire close to him and gripped his knife close to his leg. The darkness pounded at them, and all details of the room were lost. A white fear had swept over Caria Laire, and Stocke, despite his own fear, knew that he could not falter.There was a scraping sound on the tree branch behind them, and when he turned, he saw a haunting figure drag itself towards them. It was the pale faced man with the knife, pulling himself with his stomach flat against the branch. His eyes were wide open, and his pupils horrifically small, and age-old cuts ravaged his face.‘There are wicked men …’ his voice sent chills through their body. It was like a ghoulish husk, whispering words not from his mouth, but through the wind that blew in from the window. The words stabbed at them and clutched to their minds, digging their icy claws into them. ‘… Hiding in the walls. Scratching from below the floorboards. Up, in the crawlspace above the roof. They come for you! They come for you!’The man

Salocer gripped Stocke’s head and slammed it into an invisible wall. Salocer’s face was contorted in fury, and one of his eyes twitched in madness.‘I have tried to be fair with you. I have! Even the Coordinator can attest to it. Can’t you? Can’t you Coordinator? You can see my fairness. You can see everything! But you … you.’ He pulled Stocke closer to him, stretching out his tongue and licking the line of blood that dripped from his forehead. ‘You are intent on playing tricks with me.’ Salocer breathed in, and then sighed.‘I am the Coordinator’s best actor. It is the reason that I have lived so long and performed in so many of his plays. I do my best. He can see it. I give no information and I perform my heart out. I show genuine expression, and I show genuine rage at your disobedience. You see, when you’re performing for the Coordinator, you have to perform well, lest your family suffer for it. When you get into a tangle with the Coordinator, the best scenario is one where only yo