[ Santana steps aside, plainly confused. Her room is a mess — there’s clothes and junk everywhere, and the bed is unmade. Her favorite bloodstained steak knife is sitting on the desk, and there seems to be stuffed animal fuzz piled up in the corners. ]
Sorry, are you playing some kind of messed up hide-and-week game or what?
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Sorry, are you playing some kind of messed up hide-and-week game or what?