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Food and magazines

Loni's POV:

I'm walking over to my beloved secret room. By now I remember exactly how to get to it. Where to turn right or left and which staircase to take. But I still have no idea on which floor this room is. 

Once I reach it, I get in, smiling. The room still pretty dusty and it's really hot inside but since I'm pretty sure that the heating in this house is broken, which isn't pleasant in the middle of winter, it's actually pretty nice in here. The only thing now different in the room are the jars on the shelves that I put there. And one of the fridges is now full. Full of strangers and delivery drivers.

I open up that fridge and the decaying smell hits me immediately. The oldest one is only a week old but it already looks like it's been there for a solid 2 months. And smells like it too. I can't eat this. Can I? 

The curse and ghoul body part are saying yes but the little moral in me is saying no. I can't eat something so old looking. 

And I'm proud to say my moral won this one. Time to order new food! 

I make my way through the dark hallway back to the part of the mansion where we are allowed to actually be in. So far I've been rather sneaky and great at hiding my room in the blocked part of the mansion. Well at least until today. It would have been find if Femity or Kazuki saw me, not only would they not tell, but there's a good chance they would even join in and get me more people. But no!

Kirbo's POV:

I've been siting next to the stairs for about 30 minuets already, leaning on the railing while reading a random magazine I found. There isn't much to do in this house when you're alone. And when Wisteria is hanging out with other people, that is the exact case for me. Alone, surrounded by psychopaths. The magazine is called Forever 17 and it's about 20 years old. But they do say that fashion trends always circle around in 20 year cycles, so i guess it's at least a bit up to date. I found a bunch of these Forever 17's in a random box in the middle of the hallway, right next to the entrance of the hallway we aren't supposed to go in since it isn't fully safe and finished. The same hallway Loni is walking out of right now...

"Where were you?", I look at her with a narrow gaze, still half focused on the fancy scarfs from 20 years ago.

She stops: "What are you talking about?"

"That's the under construction hallway."

"You're saying that as if I was in there.", Loni says.

So she's lying now. Great.

"I just saw you, Loni.", I say quietly.

"Doing what? I wasn't in there.", she says, clearly gaslighting me. But then again I do not want her to eat me. I stay silent for a while.

"Ok... so, I'm gonna order some food. Want something?", Loni asks as innocently as her cannibal brain allows her to sound like.

"ZBFM, the whole menu.", I say calmly.

"Twice?"

"Once is fine. I just ate.", I say and she walks away. 

These psychopaths should really come with instruction manuals on how to deal with them. Maybe I can make one.