i think we're haunted

He smirked simply at her comment about not wanting to have his eidetic memory. It was true, it was a blessing and a curse. While being able to remember everything was certainly convenient in his line of work, it also meant that he remembered everything. And also in his line of work, there was quite a bit Kalt wished he would have been able to forget. That was what repression was for, though. His subconscious mind, thankfully, took care of his conscious mind when he didn’t even realize it. His devilish grin appeared once more at her daring tone, and mischief gleamed in his eyes. ”Oh, terrifying things, indeed,” he confirmed. He didn’t know. He had absolutely no fucking clue what he was talking about, but that didn’t stop him from talking... It never had. Improvising stories and tales was one of his most entertaining skills. As they walked through the twisting pathways, he began telling Rexanna stories, legends about the labyrinth. He told her about the creation of the maze, how it was made for a young man to prove himself worthy of the woman he loved. He told her how the father of the woman had cursed the labyrinth to change whenever the young man took a turn. It was an impossible place to escape from, and eventually, the young hero died. He told her how it’s said that the young man’s spirit is rumored to still haunt the labyrinth to try to help frightened travelers, but he always seemed to get more and more lost as time passed. ”Of course,” he said, flashing her a grin, ”I’m likely wrong about all of that since I’ve never heard a damned thing about this place.” He chuckled breathily, eyes constantly alert for whatever may have been lurking around the corners. kalt give into the night.