Respite

Upon regaining my bearings, I heard hushed voices coming from down the hall.

It was Quill, who was telling Bernicia and Fern some kind of spooky urban legend. “…a rail-thin person, wreathed in white flames,” he was saying, “and the very next day, his daughter turned up missing.”

“N-no kidding,” Fern said. Was it me, or was his voice shaking?

“That isn’t the end, isn’t it?” Bernicia sounded eager. “Come on, does it come back for his son, too?”

“Hey, quit getting ahead of me,” Quill complained.

I decided to leave them be. As I re-entered the foyer, I noticed that Blake had left the laptop on the table before falling asleep. On a whim, I picked it up and opened it.

Time for some research, I decided, clicking open the folder labeled OTHER INFO.

Let’s see here… a bunch of random documents… a compendium of names? Oho. And one of them is Senna Foxx!