@entertaincr·♥’d for starter | accepting
‘—-I wouldn’t go back there if I was you,
you’ll only find the service room & the door
has a nasty habit of locking behind people.’
Eliza stops walking, body seemingly freezing in place. If it weren’t for the STEADY rise and fall of her chest, one might think she was dead. Then, nearly too fast to see, the child whirls around, her seemingly-soulless eyes staring DIRECTLY into the others.
“ What does it matter if it locks you, so long as you have the key. ”