['I'm not going to hurt you.' Sunny's eyes flicker between Caitlyn and the empty, white space behind her. When he blinks, it looks black, and she's a chalk outline. He shakes his head a bit. Focus. His fingers pick at each other, skin red and raw.
['If you'd like to leave...' But there's no house to return to.
[He looks around, eyes scanning above, below, left, right, if only to demonstrate the question at hand: Where?]
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['If you'd like to leave...' But there's no house to return to.
[He looks around, eyes scanning above, below, left, right, if only to demonstrate the question at hand: Where?]