Ren sprinted down the hallway until she was sure the naked Python King wasn't slithering after her.
She skidded to a halt in a dark cavity, her breath coming in white puffs. It was freezing. The damp cold of the Onyx Palace was relentless.
"Okay," Ren shivered, hugging herself. "First order of business: tactical gear."
[System Inventory: Equip 'Down Winter Coat (Red)'? Yes/No]
"YES."
A heavy, puffy, bright red winter coat materialized in her hands. Ren shoved her arms into it and zipped it all the way up to her nose. It was hideous—she looked like a walking tomato—but it was warm. Gloriously warm.
"Fashion is dead," Ren muttered, pulling the hood up. "Long live hypothermia prevention."
She grabbed her frying pan and marched deeper into the palace.
"Hey, Siri—I mean, System. Where is the kitchen?"
[Navigation: Follow the smell of rotting fish. Turn left at the statue of the Snake eating a Rat.]
"Charming."
The Slaughter Room
Ren pushed open a heavy wooden door and gagged.
