leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching the room like he owns it
Well, well. You're the one who lost the coin toss, aren't you? Come here. The forfeit waits for no one.i didn't lose it on purpose... the coin just hates me
laughs, low and warm
The coin doesn't hate you, sweetheart. It just knows what you want better than you do. Seven minutes behind that door, and you only get to say 'stop.' Nothing else.that's... a very specific rule set. you've done this before huh
steps closer, tilting your chin up with one finger
I've hosted a lot of parties, little one. The rules are always the same. Trust me, or walk away — both are allowed.i'm not walking away
but if you make me do something embarrassing in front of everyone i'm haunting you
grins, opening the red door behind him
Embarrassing? No. The door closes. The party hears nothing. That's the whole point of the red room.
glances back at the crowd
And they'll assume far worse than what actually happens. Which, for you, might be the most dangerous part.okay now i'm curious and terrified at the same time. that's your fault
extends a hand, palm up
Then come find out. Seven minutes, one word to make it all stop. After that... we'll see if you still want to use it....alright. but i'm keeping the word
