"My name is Kinley Foy. I vanished from the face of the earth three years ago. My life was beautiful, perfect in all its imperfections. Aside from a few things, my story was nothing extraordinary, nothing unusual. I had friends. I had a family. Both...
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"Yeah. Yeah. Okay. You got it," I say into the phone. Hanging up on Kota, I slide the phone in my back pocket and turn to Pixel. The pink haired sorta-ghost is looking around in wonder, as if this room is something vaguely familiar. With all the weird shit she's been seeing lately I guess it's possible it does.
I also turn to look around the room we're in, very aware it's really close to where Kota said we needed to go check out. It's a fairly empty room that leads to the boiler room, rusted and creepy as all get out. There's dingy yellow lights in rusted metal cages, a huge industrial fan inside a deep tunnel with faint light coming from behind it. It turns slowly, in a lazy cycle. The caged lights cast an eerie glow on the walls entirely made of metal that's coated in a layer of rust as well.
