C55

As I found in my fantasy, some jolly ponies are smeared with a blood-red substance, with the main contrast being that substance has so far evaporated and is no longer depleted on the ground.

"She's old," Roman clarifies, holding her hand.

Saying nothing, Mac conveys the intimidation of climbing the joyous go round, perhaps fully determined to see beyond what the fallen tree limbs, dead leaves, and cobwebs allow, rather than the second that his hand comes into contact with one of the cylinders that the merry round lights up by itself and begins to go to the bazaar song that reverberates through its speakers. Mac puts a hand on his chest before the alarm it caused him.

After two seconds, four sets of eyes were on me once more.

"I sat idle," I protect myself, raising my hands and half shrugging.

"Looks like we're getting into a horrible thriller," I hear Lara mumble before turning to walk away.

The others do the same, diverting. I choose to follow Lara, figuring she's the nastiest of the