We all walked down the stairs of the building, and hurried through the door. We walked briskly, going in a random direction with no sense of destination. Simply put, we just wanted to get as far away from Maynard's house as possible.
As we walked, I ended up looking over my shoulder at the house. It was a wooden house, and in its vicinity, the environment looked rather gloomy. The energy given off by its appearance alone was daunting enough.
We had to carry Miguel, his arms wrapping around his shoulders. He had no other choice but to limp. "I still can't believe we have to go back
there," he said, limping.
"We're under his spell. From the time he summons us," I looked down at the ground, "we'll have no other choice but to return to him. I don't like this at all. We don't even know what'll happen if we fail to bring him his son."
