As you stare up at him struggling and choking to death, you feel a pang of guilt. You didn’t mean to hurt him…
Trembling with fear, you reach up and undo one of the toy’s coils. You’re too scared of his wrath to remove it completely, but you hope that having loosened it a bit he won’t die before you get back.
Once you come back with Jamal you’ll save him, you tell yourself…
You also really want that viking knife. And you’re also very intrigued by the glassy orb on the deceased officer’s uniform – you’ve seen them before, but you don’t know what the cops use them for. You resolve to investigate when you get back.
Reaching over the homeowner’s shoulder as politely as possible, you tear the knife from the toy and stuff it in your pocket.
You then turn tail and run out of the room as fast as you can.
Um, I’m sorry!
You awkwardly yell back as you leave.
