Angela found herself sitting across from the creature. She had made sure to strategically place them in the center of the room, the wall to her right with the creature directly in front of her. In this position she could watch the doorway in case something else decided to come through, but she also had a clear path for her to escape. The creature sat awkwardly with its legs stretched out in front, its broken hand in its lap with the other one lying limp at its side. It watched her with its one curious eye, expecting her to speak first. “Are you a Lost Soul?” Angela asked before she could stop herself. “At least now I’ll know.” She thought. The creature nodded excitedly at her, obviously thinking that this was the answer she wanted to hear. It’s excitement quickly changed when it noticed her shrinking away. “No, no no no.” It whispered. “Not bad. Not Bad… Mistake. Not supposed… not supposed to be like this.” “What do you mean?” The creature shook its head back and forth; it rolled its head backwards before snapping it forward and staring at her. “Not… my fault… Wasn’t this… way first… made… mistake.” She didn’t understand what the creature was trying to say. Words seemed difficult for it to pronounce, as if it hadn’t spoken in a long time. Every instinct in her body was screaming at her to run away as quickly as possible from this creature, but she ignored them all. “How can you help me?” “Help you… need help.” She sighed impatiently, she didn’t want to be
