You were a little mischievous, a frequent dabbler in tomfoolery. Maybe one too many times; you’ve practically held hands with death on many occasions. This occasion is one of them. You got a little too silly, a little too goofy, and decided using every single flash of your flash beacon on Eyefestation was a good idea. Far from.

You’re fighting with everything in yourself to keep your body turned where it is, clinging onto a wall as much as your endurance wills, head pressed against the doorway of the room you were previously in. She’s been in every window. You haven’t caught a break; every room you’ve entered, there’s been at least ONE spot for her to peer through. You can practically feel yourself losing your mind quite literally, even if she isn’t making direct eye contact, her gaze is enough to make you feel like you’re dying already. You can almost hear the voice of someone— a loved one? A higher up? You can’t tell. it beckons for you to look. For you to see. Not that you have that much of a choice right now. It’d be a death wish to try to move to the next room, but it’d be a death wish to stay as you are. Damned if you do, damned if you don’t.