Betrayal at House on the Hill

[angelcage]

[ You sleep, the ground cold beneath your cheek. The ground is hard as stone, cold marble beneath a fine layer of dust that doesn't come anywhere near acting as a cushion. The dust stirs with your breathing.


>> Wake up ]

Comments

[court_chesster]

But I'm a feminist...

[heading toward the door, though, defeated]

[dishonestliving]

[excellent!

...she guesses she'll follow, for now]

[angelcage]

the door leads to the conservatory