Chapter 2: Ch. 1.2 – Escape Plan

Before Momo could speak up, the man had already vanished into a plume of smoke. Now it was just her and the polite, expectant skeleton, staring at her through holed eyes.

Figuring that her social anxiety should not apply to the undead, she finally cleared her throat.

“Um, hello,” she greeted him. He continued staring blankly at her. How helpful.

She tried again, “skeleton man, am I dreaming?”

In place of an answer, a ghostly piece of parchment materialized from nowhere at all, falling conveniently into her hands.

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