CHAPTER FOUR
Though the sky had turned pitch black, I could still somehow see everything perfectly. I drew my Iron Sword from its sheath and looked this way and that, trying and failing to spot the source of the evil laughter. Even more disturbing, the laughter seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, as if the air itself was mocking me.
“Who’s there?” I said. I looked at Olga. “Olga, what’s going on? Is this part of the game?”
Olga was flitting back and forth rapidly, her tiny eyes wide with fear and confusion. “No, this isn’t part of the game at all. I am not sure what is happening here unless it’s … oh, dear. It can’t be her.”
“Can’t be who?” I said. “Who are you talking about?”
Olga opened her mouth to speak, but then she froze. A second later, she blinked out of existence ent
