The heartbeat that the screaming begins, Integra is moving, shoving open Mabel's bedroom door and looking, aiming at -
- a mural?
There isn't anything there, it's just drawings, horrifying ones in their ominous simplicity, highlighted in pieces by her flashlight. For a moment she just looks, bewildered, trying to discern an attacker - but it's just Mabel.
no subject
- a mural?
There isn't anything there, it's just drawings, horrifying ones in their ominous simplicity, highlighted in pieces by her flashlight. For a moment she just looks, bewildered, trying to discern an attacker - but it's just Mabel.