Sunny skipped through the dungeon, his voice echoing. “God save the queen!” He sang, over and over again. Moritz, who wasn’t as keen on the song, huffed and grunted as they followed Sunny. “If this idiot Courser gets themselves killed, at least I’ll live.” They muttered to themselves. Sunny was quite far ahead of them, but they both didn’t pay much mind. 

Sunny began cantering, trying to get a bit further from Moritz. He still sang, even as a cloaked figure appeared before him. He felt a small chill run down his spine, something about this felt supernatural. 

Sunny investigated the figure, who had now offered its burned hands to him. The scent of death was thick, as if emanating from the figure. Moritz finally caught up to the pair. “What is this?” Moritz asked, almost as if suspecting Sunny for this unfortunate encounter. “What do you mean?” Sunny asked them, not understanding that they were a suspect. “These figures, they aren’t good things. We should go.” Moritz urged. “But it seems so kind, and besides it's dead. What’s the worst thing a dead thing can do?” Sunny whined, he thought he may have finally found a friend in this God forsaken underworldly place. 

As soon as Sunny whined those last words, the figure moved closer to him, its hands still outstretched. It grabbed its blistering hot boney hands around Sunny’s throat. “I will take you with me this time.” The figure threatened. Sunny tried to get air into his lungs, but to no avail. “Galatea, Galatea, Galatea, Galatea” The figure chanted. Torches that once were burnt out, now had fiery columns above them. Fire burned all around them, as if it would swallow them whole.

“I told you so.” Moritz grunted as they walked side by side through the hot corridors. “You didn’t say it would try to kill me.” Sunny argued. “I said quote on quote; these creatures aren’t good things. That should have been warning enough.” Moritz growled. Sunny sighed, his throat still swollen and singed, but he was still alive. “Where are you manners?” Moritz asked. Sunny stopped to look at them. They seemed angry, for no apparent reason. “What do you mean?” Sunny asked, looking at them with wide eyes. “I saved your life. I didn’t have to.” Moritz grunted, his eyes had a petty amount of rage. “Oh. Thank you.” Sunny replied, hoping that would please Moritz. If it didn’t, Moritz didn’t say anymore.