Book Five, Chapter 69: The Werewolf Curse
When I awoke, I found myself tied to a chair inside the main hallway of the manor.
At first, I was groggy and didn’t understand what was going on, but as I came to my senses, the horror of what had just happened took over me.
The relief that we were still in the storyline—that we were still alive—was little solace. We were still at the very beginning of the Party Phase; this was just the setup for the story.
That would explain why Kirst had such high Plot Armor. He needed enough Moxie to ensure he could lure us in.
I looked around at the others. They were tied to chairs the same as me, and the thick ropes used to bind us did not look like the kind you could cut through quickly, and certainly not the kind you could muscle your way out of without a lot of Mettle.
Heck, this whole event might have been scripted so tightly that it couldn't be avoided, but I wasn't sure. I couldn't see the script, and our only ally with access to it had not made her appearance yet.
Kimberly was panicking—or pretending to panic; I couldn't tell which. Antoine and Michael were trying to break the ropes with pure strength, to no avail. Hawk Kipling was awake but kept his cool. Andrew was trying to reach the knot in the ropes behind him, but he had no success.
I wished that I had brought my Escape Artist trope, but I suspected that it wouldn't matter just yet. We were Off-Screen. I doubted any of us were getting out of our bindings unless the audience saw it.
So, I relaxed.