Jonah and Dice
Jonah’s being kind of a dick. I get it, his hands are bloody or something, he’s going crazy but so’s everybody, right?
I’m trying to show him this bird bath. There’s a statue of a raven on the edge, surrounded by a silver cage like a shell.
“That looks familiar,” says Jonah, pointing to this stone girl screaming.
Whatever. He thinks someone’s been following us since the ballroom.
Something hisses in a bush, but I get that itch that I get, so I push down on the raven’s head. The stones around the birdbath descend and become a stairwell.