"The rooms are shifting, and now we don't know where the others are," Zera whispered. They had recently moved into another room.
She was grateful that there were no more traces of blood. The room was smaller.
Tiny trinkets, an assortment of antiques, and other things one can find in a boutique surrounded them. They were encased in crystal casing. Arranged by shelves, the atmosphere of the room was eerie.
In Zera's opinion, the only thing missing was odd-looking dolls.
The mental image left Zera shaking her head from left to right. She might want to keep her eyes closed if that had been the case.
She was not a fan of dolls. When she was little, Zera would refuse an offer to be gifted a doll. Hence, her room only had select stuff toys and glow-in-the-dark stickers.
Beatrix started her round, looking for anything that would stand out among the trinkets protected by the glass casings.
