She tiptoes through the entrance to the house of horrors, clinging desperately to someone's hand. Right now, it could be whoever. So long as she doesn't have to go through this alone…

Wait. No one was wearing gloves…

Naminé's gaze moved up the hand, up the arm… into a face half-cloaked by shadows and a fringe of blue.

"Hello."

She'll be honest: at least he stays with her while the rest of the group keeps striding forwards through the snares and scares.

A couple of days later, there are two new specters in the house of horrors – her and him.