Chapter 5
Emma stands up and neatly pushes in her chair. “I’ll escort you to your room, sir. Everybody, Please excuse my rudeness again.” She walks over beside Ethan and signals for him to follow her. The two of them walk out the door in silence and disappear through the arched doorway.
The party seems resumes after they’re gone, as the noise suggests so. Emma glares up at Ethan, seemingly upset by something he said or did. When Ethan glances down at her, she quickly looks away, hoping he didn’t noticed.
“I saw you looking at me Emma. Don’t try anything funny, I rigged these hallways with cameras, they have audio and visual features. If you do anything, say, Kill me, I’ll notify the station with this little button.” he holds up his claws, and situated on one was a ring, gleaming in the faint light of the hallway. “This ring is a button. So really, don’t try a single thing. If you do manage to kill me and I don’t press the button, my body will be found soon enough.” He says, confidently.
“They won’t if I bury it, or perhaps burn it.” she says with a soft growl, her rabbit ears perking up.
“That kind of talk really says something, y'know? I might just have to rig the entire manor with cameras.” Says Ethan, leaning down to her level and smirking.
Emma looks away, annoyed, before stopping in front of a door. “This is your room. Please do enjoy your stay and don’t hesitate to call us for anything.” She unlocks the door and almost pushes him in. he turns around and shrugs.
Emma rolls her eyes and slams the door.
Ethan unpacks his clothes and folds them neatly on top of the dresser, then putting on his pajamas. His room was large, the wallpaper was blue and green, a flower pattern scattered amongst the lines, which were detailed in black. The furniture was old, but held together pretty well. The bed sheets were white, with matching pillows. There was a painting above the bed, with a Scarlet Macaw painted on with abstract colors and shapes.
He stands by the window after lighting the fire, staring out through the crystal clear glass at the continuous snow, thinking to himself.
Finally, he gets situated into bed. He blows out his candle, rolls over, and falls asleep.
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