Being stuck in this room for who knows how long, imagine my surprise when the statue man
comes in and stands next to...well...the statue man.
There are two of them. Same face, same build, same brood. Twins.
No wonder. They must switch out when I'm resting.
"Come mutt," the one outside beckons.
An insult for sure, but it won't matter after his head gets ripped off. This is my chance. I may not
escape yet, but I can at least learn the paths around these hallways. This time I'm conscious
enough figure out a plan. For once, my small stature is coming in handy. They would never
expect me to do anything other than cry.
Like an obedient dog, I follow. The original statue man stays in the room though, clearly waiting
on guard for when I come back. If I come back.
I take note of the
