18 — Misfit

Getting closer to the spire now. The sound is getting stronger. I can feel the orb vibrating in the bag. Jumping around inside of the sack.

I took a moment to breath. Just as I turned a corner, she’s there! Surrounded by those creatures. Those monsters. She’s still. Holding out arms. Touching the beasts.

I feel like the misfit. I’m the one that everything is seemingly trying to kill, while she walks with them. Surrounds herself with them. Commands them.