Her sentence paused midway as though she had suddenly remembered something inappropriate.
She paused and instinctively looked around, her gaze sweeping across the quiet surroundings, as if only then realizing that a horror story did not belong in such a calm, hushed place.
Sensing her hesitation, Wade rolled his eyes, the corner of his lips twitching in faint amusement.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small circular object, cool and metallic against his fingers.
Placing it gently on the table, he scoffed, "You're acting like this is your first time telling scary stories during an outing."
At his words, Betty finally let out the breath she had been holding, her shoulders relaxing as relief washed over her. Lana, however, felt her attention pulled elsewhere. Her eyes drifted to the spear lying nearby.
The spear was metallic, its surface dull and unassuming, looking no different from an ordinary object at first glance.
