The figure places a tray down onto a desk near the door and puts its hands up.
You avert your eyes towards the tray to avoid looking at It.
The tray holds...
And a mug that contains what seems to be tea.
What the fuck.
"DO NOT BE AFRAID," it says, voice deep and strangely smooth.
What. The Fuck.
Its voice is a bit too loud, and it makes your head pound more than it already is.
"Could you... quiet down a bit? Please?" you rasp out, voice dry and hoarse.
Although its facial expression cannot change, it looks slightly embarrassed.
"Sorry. How do you feel?"