I don’t know why I’m here, but I’m in no position to say that since I followed her here myself. Even though I’ve never been to this part yet, I know exactly where I am. The houses around these parts are posher looking than the ones I’m accustomed to.

I want to run away as far as possible, but her tight grip on my wrist is impossible to break free.

There are many things that I would like to ask her, such as why we aren’t able to hear each other’s names, a general gist of what’s going on, and why we need to be at her house. But instead...