Nobody told you the service was over. Everyone else seemed to know.

They get up, straighten their coats, say something under their breath to the person beside them… and it's that easy, they head for the door. They've got whole lives waiting outside.

You don't have that anymore.

By the time you notice you're the only one left, the candles have burned low... but not out. The House won't let them go dark just yet.

The spider lilies haven't wilted either. They've been sitting there all this time and somehow they look better than when you arrived.

Remember that steam on the glass? The sign out front with the missing character? The bamboo beads hanging in the doorway?

Nobody dragged you thru. It doesn't work that way. You walked in yourself.

And The House remembers better than you do.

You only have to want it once, after that, The House keeps you.

Sorry friend, no refunds here…

This was never about getting you out of the room. The Others were only visiting.

But you… you're the one it's not finished with, so what do you say... you ready to make it official?