Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
And we have done two fifths of this.
First Impression: Well what do we have here? An actual cliffhanger. And we go back to the store I guess. This is moving a tad bit slow possibly due to the short chapters.
Anyway let's get to it,
Kyre holds my gaze for a beat longer, then closes his eyes, nodding. "Alright." He pulls his hands from my grasp and opens his eyes again. "Go get your hoodie. It should be dry by now."
That dried pretty fast.
"I'll be at the front door in five, do what you need to get ready." He pushes off of the counter and disappears somewhere into the house, leaving me alone in the kitchen. I rub my arms—suddenly the house feels much colder—to keep warmth, and glance through the square window above the sink.
I don't see how they can just walk out without telling Boss. Especially Ashe who is a guest in the house that just showed up minutes or maximum an hour ago.
My clothes are still a little damp in places, so after a little hunting, I find a hairdryer. Pressing the button, I hover the device over the damp spots, drying them almost instantly.
If it dries so quickly with the use of the hair dryer why didn't she try to use one of those earlier to get her clothes dried straightaway.
Kyre pulls the door open, and I slide on my flats before following him outside. Immediately, the cold envelopes me. A brisk wind pulls loose strands of hair out of my braid, and I pull my hood over my head. Far away, the wind shrieks, the high whistling sounds piercing my ears. Kyre pulls out a portable lightball, and the sharp white light sets the ground before me aglow.
Wait why didn't he use this in that earlier scene in the dark tunnel?
The stone illuminates just as the lightball fizzles out; it must have run out of power. The outline of a door glows in front of us, and Kyre taps his watch three times before holding it up to the door. It glows a bright white, then a series of numbers and letters appear. His deft fingers dance over them, performing a series of strokes so fast they blur before my eyes, then he reaches out and hooks an arm around my waist, pulling me up close to him.
Very conveniently extinguishing lightball right there. It has a great sense of dramatic timing.
I focus on breathing deeply, trying hard not to faint. No matter how wide I open my eyes, I can't see anything.
Absolutely nothing.
The musty smell chokes me, and I force myself to breathe through my mouth. My breath comes out in ragged gasps. I steady myself on the wall, my hand finding something powdery on the damp stone. Images flash through my mind, a metal claw, a robotic voice, the all-encompassing cover of darkness. A whizzing bullet.
And pain. So much pain.
Now that we know about this nyctophobia this part makes much more sense and the emotions brought on by this phobia are conveyed really well.
I can't hear Ashe.
[Insert Dramatic Music]
And that's it for this one.
Overall: Not much happened in this chapter. Felt a bit too much like a filler chapter with them just putting on clothes and starting their trip. But it is still pretty well written.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.
Stay Safe
Harry
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