[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[Of course he does. And they all suit him, naturally. His brother is attractive and classy, for a psychopath. Tristan dumps the scented oils down the sink and trashes the fluffy towels, pushing his way through the mirror when he's done.]
[You find yourself falling again. This time, you end up coming through a ceiling and landing on a stone floor. You're yet another shade more transparent.]
Re: the normal house
Re: the normal house