Misa tossed her night cap to the captain, letting her hair fall in tangles to her back. She took a seat at the fountain base to pull her socks over her feet and haphazardly stuff them into her boots.
“What do you think you’re doing?” Captain Bentham said, dangling her nightcap on a finger.
“Well, if I want to go see a witch, I have to look like a girl, don’t I?” Misa paused, wondering if she should release the band flattening her chest. She took one look at the captain and decided against it.
“You’re going down, now?”
“Yeah.”
Misa stamped a foot down on the stony step. Darkness beckoned to her from beneath, and a dank smell rifted through the passageway like it had been desperate for fresh air.
“Do you mind if I take the lamp with me? It’s a bit dark.”
