Instant Regret Kit
- It’s not good stuff
- We really don’t know how to stress this enough
A Multifarious Mehrathon Mystery
The beast barreled down the hallway, shrieking all the while. Irk took a running stance, like he was about to do a 100 meter dash. As it closed in, he sprinted toward it and ducked under a swipe of its arm. Without looking back, he took off down the rest of the hall. The beast wailed at him from behind, and he could hear its cloven foot steps pick up in pace.
From down the hall, Joe yelled out, “Hey!”