Reyaclosedhereyes,"seeing"aslightlyplumpfiguremovingohersideofthewall.
"Hey,whoareyou?"sheasked,calmbuttihcuriosity.
Thefootstepshalted.Afteralongpause,theydrewcloser,hesitatingatthedoor.Whenshedidn''''tscream,thepersonfumbledwiththelotilitfinallyclickedopen.
Reya''''seyessnappedopen.Atall,shadowyfigurefilledthedoorway,backlitbyapaleglow.Evenagainstthelight,herinhumansightreizedhiminstantly.
"Manager?"
Themanpaused,thenchuckledashetuggeddownhismask."Sharp."
Hesteppedin,shutthedoor,andflippedonaswitch.Fluorestlightbuzzedtolife,revealingtheamusementparkmanager.
Reya''''sgazeswepttheroom—itlookedlikeacelrorbasement,withbarecretewalls,nowindows,ion,staleairpressingclose.Sheyonaking-sizedmattress,agreenpsticcrateshovedbesideitlikeamakeshiftnightstand.
Herwristsandankleswereboundwithclothstripstiedtos,theendsanchoredintothecrete.Freshfleentdustsprihefloor—clearly,theanchorshadbeelyhammeredin.
Themanagerdroppedabagontothecrate.Greasestaihepstidthesmelloftakeoutfilledtheair.
Reya''''sstomachbetrayedherwithaloudgrowl.
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