"What's going on here?"
I snapped when someone entered Marvel's bedroom, speaking in a way I recognized so much. I pushed the bed and rose, turning to an old man who walked into the room after unlocking the door from the outside.
"Long time no see," the man smiled at me, and my eyes nearly popped out of place in disbelief.
One psycho has just left this house, but now there's another one...
A middle-aged lunatic dressing himself as a medical practitioner named Doctor Plainn had come to Marvel's house and I had no inkling of what he would do.
I shot him an unfriendly glance as he was smiling like an idiot in my direction.
As always, he creeps me out.
"Those white pajamas suit you," he said out of the blue, and I cringed away in discomfort.
Against someone with a character like his, it would only drain my energy, so it might be best to not respond to any of his nonsense.
