“Hey, the tour's moving on,” Ran says from beside us, his voice as distant and dark as a ghost's. “Shit,” Lilith says, wiping her mouth, her cheeks slightly flushed with desire. “I don't want to miss anything. Which room did they go into?” “Straight ahead, to the left,” Ran tells her and she takes off back the way she came, leaving the two of us alone together in the empty hall, the dead smiles of portraits staring back at us from the white walls. “Don't tell Lilith, but I think it's totally creepy in here,” he says. I almost smile at that. Almost.
