A sharp intake of breath. The light dims as the curtain on the window is drawn shut. The fan wobbles slightly as it spins lazily, enough that it doesn't cause dizziness, should you deign to stare at it.
Patience. The first beat has not yet fallen so no-one moves. White dresses almost illuminate the darkness in the still. The shiny pieces of plastic hang from the ceiling; it feels like a spider's web, silky threads hanging everywhere. It feels like a witches' coven, with empty eyes staring straight into the darkness. They're just...waiting. You're already too close to get away.
It won't come to a fight, but if it did, you would lose. They have a plan and you have nothing but the blind obedience that brought you this far. You have no idea what to expect, and yet you have to be prepared for anything.
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