Working at a Haunted House was fun for Edam. All he had to do was get dressed for the part and then walk around scaring guests, guiding them to other parts of the attraction where his co-workers did the more extreme stuff, like actually chasing people.

Ah, someone's coming, Edam thought, his ear perking up at the sound of screams from around the corner. Running around wasn't his thing. He preferred a more subtle way of scaring people, using his tall physique and creepy zombie makeup to do the trick in the dark.

The last thing Edam expected was for someone to come barrelling right into his chest, head down, barely processing anything. Instinctively, Edam placed one hand behind the shorter girl's head, surprised, "Woah, there. Careful."