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Lincoln and I follow Happy through the swirling mist. Although it’s not just mist. It’s some super heavy, Jack The Ripper stalks you at night style haze. Here and there, a bare tree branch becomes visible. That’s all. Mostly, my mind imagines shapes in the haze. Or to be accurate, I only see one shape over and over: Walker screaming in pain. Not gonna lie. Thinking about Walker makes my blood pressure spike and fills my head with questions.
And what’s happening to Walker right now?
Can we save Drayden in time?
Are they both howling in agony somewhere?
At last, the mist lessens. A massive, all-black mansion appears in the distance. If I thought my parents’ place was serious Goth, their house has nothing on this monstrosity. I swear, even Dracula and Frankenstein would be like, whoa
