Hall of Infinite Doors
"Hey!" you say cheerfully, "what's your name?"
She shrivels back. "I'm not telling you my name."
"C'mon," you reply, shrugging your shoulders. Something tells you you're coming off as a creep.
She takes a small container from her purse and points it at you.
You flinch, but it's too late: You eyes swell shut from the mace.
She shrivels back. "I'm not telling you my name."
"C'mon," you reply, shrugging your shoulders. Something tells you you're coming off as a creep.
She takes a small container from her purse and points it at you.
You flinch, but it's too late: You eyes swell shut from the mace.
