GHOST HOUSE

LUKE

Klair. Let... go.

KLAIR

Not happening, dude.

They don't struggle, though you can feel them fading. Trying to hold onto their arm is like trying to hold sand, but you manage to get a grip on something solid.

KLAIR

This whole night has been bullshit so far.

You feel a deep stab in your chest.

Klair lost one health!

Luke gained one health!

ISSAC

What the hell...?

KLAIR

I've solved at least five missing persons cases in one night, I've had to face monstrocities of all kinds, and I even had to find my dead brother-

Another sharp twinge. You barely acknowledge it.

Klair lost one health!

Luke gained one health!

LUKE

Wha- How are you...?

KLAIR

-but I'm drawing the line here, Luke! You brought us all the way to this point, so it's only fair you get to see us to the end, do you hear me?

Stab.

Klair lost one health!

Luke gained one health!

KLAIR

You deserve a happy ending, too.

They're more solid than ever before. You pull them into a hug, almost able to feel them return from that brink.

LUKE

...How did you do that?

KLAIR

I have no idea, but holy shit, that hurt. Is it over yet?

LUKE

I'm not under her control anymore, if that's what you're asking. There's still one more thing to take care of, though.

They step back, and look towards the corner, where Emmie is. She's curled up in a ball, her hair over her face.

She's crying.