Index
Luigi barely pushed through the cloth-shrouded door before freezing like a deer in the headlights. The hallway stretched to either side of him, deeply shadowed, and by all appearances, peaceful. Tentatively he waved his flashlight over the wallpaper, mind full of the huge, slinking shape that had followed him from the ballroom. No shadows appeared in the light’s wake.
Behind him, he heard his new companion shift, still tangled in the purple drapes as she waited for him to move.
“Sorry—there was… sorry.” Eyes still darting around the walls, Luigi stepped out into the hallway again.
