"Emelie? Where the hell have you been?! Weren't you just dropping Mr. Shittypants off somewhere so that he doesn't become a nuisance!?" Dominik hissed while keeping his voice barely audible over the distant shouts of cultists echoing through the burnt hole in the wall.
"I did." Emelie whispered back, her eyes darting toward Marcus, who was currently kicking over a pile of oversized wooden blocks on the far side of the room. "But I was also worried about Kurt. So I went to check on him and lo and behold, he was struggling against a woman who didn't know how to stay dead. I helped him and I came as soon as I could."
"Right. So, where is he now?"
"I don't know," she admitted, a shadow of worry crossing her face before she steeled herself. "He disappeared into the side corridors. Said something about a kitty and went after it. He's safe, Dominik. He's better at being a ghost than both of us combined. He's….. a ninja, remember? Right now, we have a bigger problem."
