Lovely: Angel's Cry
Chapter 13: Masked Feelings
You put your phone away, and tell Wilhelm and Bella that you need to get going. Bella motions for you to take the notebook and sketch pad with you. Perhaps she doesn't want Wilhelm to see what she wrote and drew on them?
"Such a shame. I wish you could have stayed with us a little longer. Take care, wherever you're headed!" Wilhelm raises his hand over your head, and gives your scalp a gentle rub with his fingers.
You make your way back to the Underground, searching for that crevice close to the Zombie Den with an eerie, bluish glow. You come across an unmanned booth with a sign reading "Take one… or one of each." Strewn on the makeshift table are a lot of human and zombie masks.
As you head to the Springs, you pass by some makeshift dwellings -- humble abodes made of waterlogged cardboard, and scraps of rusting metal. It's natural for a bit of fear to set in. You ignore the flickering lights emitted by fireflies that beckon you to the Root Forest, and tread onward.
At the Underground Spring, all is quiet, save for the occasional splash. Looks like fishing isn't all that popular in Shadowglen during the Survival celebration. You survey the area more closely, and take notice of a small tent.
"Such a shame. I wish you could have stayed with us a little longer. Take care, wherever you're headed!" Wilhelm raises his hand over your head, and gives your scalp a gentle rub with his fingers.
You make your way back to the Underground, searching for that crevice close to the Zombie Den with an eerie, bluish glow. You come across an unmanned booth with a sign reading "Take one… or one of each." Strewn on the makeshift table are a lot of human and zombie masks.
As you head to the Springs, you pass by some makeshift dwellings -- humble abodes made of waterlogged cardboard, and scraps of rusting metal. It's natural for a bit of fear to set in. You ignore the flickering lights emitted by fireflies that beckon you to the Root Forest, and tread onward.
At the Underground Spring, all is quiet, save for the occasional splash. Looks like fishing isn't all that popular in Shadowglen during the Survival celebration. You survey the area more closely, and take notice of a small tent.
A strange figure emerges from the tent. You can't help but notice that their eyes are closed, and their facial expression unchanging.
"Greetings, friend."
You recognise their voice, but you're not quite sure.
"Thank you for making it all the way here. I hope I did not inconvenience you."
You recognise their voice, but you're not quite sure.
"Thank you for making it all the way here. I hope I did not inconvenience you."
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