Leila would have spoke with Riley some more, but the conversation sort of trailed off by the time they reached the end of the staircase, leaving most of Riley’s questions unanswered and Leila pondering by herself about various things as they carried on in their investigation.
* * * *Leila tapped the side of the liquid-filled jar.
As she walked among the group around the now pitch-dark interior of the mansion, she’d do that one every few minutes. It started off as an attempt to disturb the bugs so that they glowed brighter, like they did the first time around. The first few times she tapped, the light emitting bugs would sometimes reluctantly flash a bit brighter when she did so. Though, after a while., they persisted to stay near the bottom of the container, in only a faint glow of green. They’ve been acting like that since the game started, as if they, just as the humans and Nobodies in this room, were afraid. Leila, however, persisted with the tapping on the jar, insisting to herself that it would make her feel safer.
She rubbed the little cut on her index finger, which was made when her blood was required for the ritual, and instinctively brought her hand up and pressed the cut against her mouth. She could feel that it wasn’t bleeding anymore, but the metal-like taste of blood was still there. Biting her lip in disapproval she wondered why so many of these rituals necessarily involved human blood.
She was still amazed that trying such an absurd “game” - as they called it - had become the only reasonable path for them to proceed on this journey. She didn’t reject that idea, but that didn’t make all of this any less scary either.
The light from the jar was now only barely bright enough to let her see her own footsteps, and the sense of secureness it once provided no longer remained. Leila struggled with the restricted visibility that made her rather anxious, and tried as hard as she could to keep at least one person in the group close enough for her to see at all times - and to grab onto, if necessary. The jar was a good thing to have as it provided illumination, but having to hold onto it as well as the candle she was handed as backup required both hands - which meant there would be little she could do if it so happened that something was to -
- Leila decided it wasn’t the best of ideas to think about such things at the moment.
The area the group was in seemed to be a display of a collection of art, presumably owned by the past residents of this mansion. Leila didn’t know enough about art to tell anything definitely about the collection, but the pieces, in the dark room and under the dim green light of the glowing bugs, did succeed in invoking a very eerie atmosphere.
Leila would’ve said that some of them didn’t look the same the second time around she looked at them, but didn’t because that obviously was less probable than herself remembering incorrectly.
Still, it was unsettling.
She kept close to Inadi, who had just finished inspecting one of the pictures along with Ace. They were near the end of the group, and Leila hurried not to be left behind by the others in front, just having decided it was time to move on, perhaps because that they’ve done searching through here, or the hope that being constantly on the move would make it harder for the Midnight Man to catch up.
thud.Leila turned around to see what once was the exit from the cabinet they were earlier inspecting now replaced by a solid surface.
She didn’t really have spare time to think about that when she heard the thuds on the door and the muffled yelling from the item hunter that came from the other side. She couldn’t make out what he was saying, but the picture that emerged in her mind was the imagination of being trapped inside a dark, sealed area; and that made her shiver.
There was a conflict between wanting to run away as fast as she could and feeling the necessity to get the people in that room back out so that they didn’t feel the same.
Leila hurried back, without making sure that anyone followed - a choice that she regretted almost immediately as she found herself submerged into the darkness, seemingly alone. To make it worse, her jar and candle slipped out of her hands as she leant against the wall - throwing her off into a small session of panic until she managed to grab hold of the jar, stopping it from rolling away. She placed them onto the ground close to her so she could see, and pressed her ear against the door:
”...can you guys open this from the opposite side-!?”It was Songbird’s voice. Open this from the opposite side...Leila scrambled to look for any sign of a switch or trigger, to no avail.
How could she open this door? She tried hard to figure out a way. She recalled about mechanisms for trapdoors and gates and how they were embedded, in hope of getting a clue about where such a trigger might be located. There had to be one because only so would the design make sense. How could she find it? She thought hard, and meanwhile wished that she would have yelled something back then so that the others would know - no signs of anyone coming back yet. Riley was able to locate the book that was the switch to the gate back at the library - how?
Leila hoped Riley was there only to realize that she was, but only on the other side of the door. She figured she could ask, but in these surroundings she wouldn’t dare as much as make a sound. She gritted her teeth and went on. Few of the possibilities that she could think of fitted the design of this house and the ones that were plausible she tried but found nothing. Where potential levers and switches and tripwires could be placed, Leila only felt the constant smooth texture of the walls….
...Felt. Her heart skipped a beat when she realized that: she needed to feel the surface to know about them. She didn’t see anymore - she had wandered far enough into the darkness - a mere couple of meters, perhaps, but it was already where the light did not penetrate. She needed to go back to the jar.
But she kept looking. She was sure she wasn’t thinking clearly right now - couldn’t afford to. She had to keep looking because she realized that the presence of this task as a distraction was the only thing keeping her from feeling her fear of the darkness. If she stopped -
The thought of what would happen if she got distracted served as the distraction needed to have her look away for a second and end up collapsing to the ground.
She saw the light from a distance, to her left - it seemed farther than she knew it was. She hoped she could stare at it - the light made her feel safe, at least she could see something - but then she would worry about the darkness on the other side that she knew existed. Yet she could see nothing even if she looked into that darkness. Every act she could probably think of was wrong in a different way - and she froze in place because that’s the only known safe thing to do, but that not even for long. And the light from the jar seems to have started to decrease in intensity - or was it just her imagination? It was seemingly fading farther away by the moment.
”uhhhhhhh-”She felt like screaming, or crying even. Or both at once. But neither could she do that. So she tucked herself tighter towards the wall, and closed her eyes - if she did that she could perhaps persuade herself that there will be light when she opened her eyes and she just wasn’t seeing it yet? Somewhere in that, for one moment she believed that the temperature was dropping around her. And then a loud thud from the other side of the wall...
Can you open this door?”Songbird.Leila opened her eyes again at the sound of that. Not because the sentence itself, but because that sentence was uttered nearly right into the wall and Leila could hear that the walls were solid.
There was no hollow space for mechanism triggered by switches or levers of tripwires a distance away.
She almost wanted to punch herself in her face for her stupidity, but that can wait until later. Leila nearly held her breath as she forced herself to decide without thinking it through - that was the only way she could have decided - to dash back at the door and the glow jar and candle.
It wasn’t far and she made it, just at the moment the light from her jar flickered out and she thought her heart was going to stop. At the same time, though, at a turn of the doorknob, the locked door to the cabinet clicked open.