It was impossible to decipher exactly where that wicked cackling came from, listening as it sounded in front of him, then to the left, or even above, always seeming to change.
"Charlotte! Anyone–!?" Finn shouted again.
As he forced the call from his throat, something responded; he sensed a force erupt from the shadows in front of him, only a split-second before it arrived. The laughter intensified as he witnessed a bony, pale hand reach out to an unnatural length.
It grabbed his outstretched arm by the wrist, causing him to stiffen up, frozen as he was left utterly perplexed at just what had taken hold of him.
Suddenly, with a single tug–
Snap.
"Nng–"
Finn winced, withholding a scream as his left arm was snapped by such a simple motion, as if the hand from the darkness was breaking a mere toy. The first action in his mind was to ignore the pain, setting his sights on retaliating against the one that laughed in the shadows.
