[Chrissy doesn't know what a Volcra is, but she quickly commits the name and the appearance of the monster to memory. Volcra come from shadows, apparently. And they don't like light? That's what Chrissy takes it to mean, and she nods in understanding. Everything in this place is confusing and overwhelming, and sometimes she feels an urge to just give up.
She can't though. Not when there's people here she's come to trust. They might even be friends one day, if they manage to survive.]
We need to find a flashlight then. Come on.
[As they move, it dawns on Chrissy that the Volcra are likely something Alina knows from her world. They follow her the same as the creature born out of her own trauma does. The fact that Alina knows they need light means these are literal monsters that she's dealt with before though, doesn't it? How else would she know about the light?
There's not much time to ask about it though, because as they move, she definitely takes notice of the shift in the fog. It's different than before, and that puts her even more on edge.]
The light might end up reflecting back at us in this fog.
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She can't though. Not when there's people here she's come to trust. They might even be friends one day, if they manage to survive.]
We need to find a flashlight then. Come on.
[As they move, it dawns on Chrissy that the Volcra are likely something Alina knows from her world. They follow her the same as the creature born out of her own trauma does. The fact that Alina knows they need light means these are literal monsters that she's dealt with before though, doesn't it? How else would she know about the light?
There's not much time to ask about it though, because as they move, she definitely takes notice of the shift in the fog. It's different than before, and that puts her even more on edge.]
The light might end up reflecting back at us in this fog.