My Dreadful Darling

Only thirty minutes after Rogue confirmed Reverie came back from her shift, he sent another text recounting how she damn near lost her mind when she discovered the mutilated dummy—even more so when they faked her arrest and then cuffed her to the flagpole for extra measure. However, to this day, Reverie still refuses to acknowledge Lionel as the real Locksmith, just like she refuses to acknowledge his victims or their families. The door swings open, and Reverie instantly forces a too large smile to her face, those copper eyes swirling with panic. “He-ey,” she says awkwardly. “Rev?” Roxi asks. His door cracks open, and Rogue’s grinning face appears, like a demon emerging from the depths of a pitch-black closet.