It's as I thought.
It feeds on fear.
Everything.
The rooms, Lucy's note.
I mean, even the pictures in reception have been put here to frighten us.
So we have to resist it.
Do whatever you have to.
Cross your fingers.
Say a prayer.
Think of a basket of kittens.
But do not give in to the fear.
Okay, but what are we actually going to do?
We're going to catch ourselves a monster.
HOWE".
Bring me death.
Bring me QIOTY!
My master, my lord, I'm here.
(FOOTSTEPS THU DDING)
Come to me.
I'm waiting, here, for you.
He has promised me a glorious death.
Give it to me now.
I want him to know my devotion.
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