Chapter 14: Roasted by a Severed Head (And She’s Still Weighing Her Boobs)
Before long, Finn and Majestria made their departure into the Whispering Forest—into the misty fog like James entering Silent Hill.
The forest was thick and gnarled, its enchanted mist curling between twisted roots. The trees groaned softly, like they were gossiping. Finn shivered as the air brushed the back of his neck like it was whispering to him. No pun intended.
While Majestria walked forward without a care in the world, completely unbothered by the haunted vibe, Finn was gripping the box with the severed head inside—at a distance, of course, like it might bite.
He was on edge.
’This is complete ass.’ Finn’s eyes narrowed at Majestria. ’How is she totally fine in here? This place literally gives me the creeps.’
He sighed, looking down.
Then something whispered.
"Psst."
Finn looked up at Majestria, lips parted, assuming she had said something.
"Psst."
He looked at the box.