Masks 2

This felt like a trap. The unmutable song, all the damp enclosed spaces, the energy around them. It's enough to make Zil's hair stand on-end, and all her fur, too.

Was Candy still on her shoulder? She glances around, trying to speak up.

"You all see the old lady all hurt? Not sure why one would be here, uh. Guys?"

"Tim...you seeing this too, bud?" she thinks.