“What’s your name?” she countered. “Ah, good girl.” Something in their tone seemed disappointed despite the praise. “You seem far cleverer than the tourists who’ve tried to sneak in here. Yet you’re out in the dark, all alone. Don’t you know what happens in the dark?” “The dark is for people who are too cowardly to face their actions in the light,” she automatically responded. It had been something her mother often said.
