Chapter Eight

[no_bad_writing]

People are mysteriously dropping dead left and right, and, let me guess, there are still some of those people here who actually prefer this place to the idea going home.

This place - these people - it's terrifying and fascinating at the same time. Like a car crash, you know? You just can't look away...I should write a book about this. Murder

Comments

[voice]

[holothewise]

You're a writer?

And who would actually want to leave here?!

[voice]

[no_bad_writing]

Yes. And a somewhat famous one, actually, back home.

Who wouldn't want to leave here? This place really has no redeeming qualities that I'm aware of.

[voice]

[holothewise]

Oh? What is your name?

They must be dumber than I thought if they actually want to stay here.

[voice]

[no_bad_writing]

Mort Rainey. Ever heard of my books, by any chance?

What's your name, while we're at it?

My thoughts exactly. It doesn't even remotely make sense that they would.

[voice]

[holothewise]

Ah, no, I don't think I have. I've been very busy... traveling to different villages.

You can call me Holo.

[voice]

[no_bad_writing]

Eh, well. I've yet to meet anyone here who has.

Anyway. Nice to meet you, Holo.