"Could you explain how I can actually enter your cloak?" I asked, stepping up behind Fake Death. I gingerly lifted the onyx fabric, which almost effortlessly blended into the darkness of the In-Between.
"You just enter it," he said in a matter-of-fact tone, as if it were something rather obvious.
My brows furrowed, feeling troubled that Deaths tended to feed you with weird information and expect you to understand the logic behind it from the get to go.
Fake Death saw my puzzled expression, and he couldn't help but sigh in slight impatience. He probably thought that I was annoying for not understanding how things work in this realm.
But how could I? I'm not from here.
"It's okay." He reassured himself with a deep breath, his words sounding more like self-assurance than directed at me. "Anyway," he continued, shifting his focus back to the topic.
