AS WE WALK THRU
THE HALLWAY OF THE SHADOWS

The Floor doesn’t go any farther than this, this is where the hallway begins. Funny thing, you don’t notice what’s missing until you’ve been standing here a while.

No chips.
No music.
No glasses clinking.
Not even the kitchen… the smell never makes it this far.

Just doors. More than anyone ever bothers counting, to be honest. The House keeps it dark, not because it has something to hide, but because people who see too much too soon have a habit of turning around. Nobody likes a guest who leaves early. You know?

You’ll be alright, you already brought what you need: Wax, red thread, 5 wicks. I saw you pick it at the case. That doesn’t make it yours though. Nothing in The House is.

Go ahead and light it. The flame knows this hallway better than either of us. Just don’t ignore what it says.

Remember, The House doesn’t give, it extends credit. Everything you take gets written on your paper.