Chapter 2

Breathing Corpse

"I really hope it's you in there."

Prompto sat at the base of a towering tree to catch his breath, fat beads of sweat rolling off his chin onto the dry earth.

Gods, running hard while the sun was right above his head had him sweating like a pig, his shirt already damp and sticking to his back, and he was about ready to pass out. Not like he was going to let that happen again.

He looked up at the clear sky, his eyes sliding close to a squint from the brightness. As pretty as the sky was to look at, he wished it wasn't so empty.

"All I wish for is some damn clouds. Come on now. I'm not even asking for rain," he said to the vast azure above him.

He sighed. Didn't look like his wish would be granted anytime soon.

He got up and continued trudging up the slope towards camp, his laboured breaths loud in his ears, his hand swatting away bugs hovering about him with an annoying buzz.

Come on, Prompto. Just a little further and the camp will be in sight.

He couldn't believe he had let himself lose track of time twice today.

He already felt bad for not keeping his word to Noct about returning to the pier by noon, and now he was feeling guilty for not returning to camp before lunch. And he was the one who had reminded Noct not to be late getting back to camp!

He couldn't help it. He was getting ready to head back to camp earlier after he had taken more than enough artsy, edgy pictures of water lilies and birds at the lake. But then he made the mistake of checking the time and realizing he still had about fifty minutes to spare until lunch. He somehow convinced himself that that was ample time for him to go check out the white rocky ridges to the east of the Vesperpool which he'd been wanting to have a look at for some time now.

And he didn't regret scaling those pain-in-the-ass rocks while the scorching sun beat down on him, because he had somehow come across what he would call an oh-em-gee moment.

While he was ambling along the ridges, marveling at the view of the massive lake and the rolling hills, taking his own sweet time snapping pictures of crazy-looking rocks he thought Noct would find amusing, Prompto had run into some kind of chaotic civil war going on between a bunch of killer wasps, some cockatrices and a couple of mushussus not far from the foot of the ridges. He couldn't believe his luck, running into such an awesome wildlife fight. And he wasn't going to pass up the chance to take the coolest pictures ever!

He had stayed hidden behind a big boulder the whole time those beasts were fighting each other, quietly snapping away with his camera, hardly containing his excitement until all of the deadly creatures were obliterated except for the victorious cockatrices. He had whooped a little too enthusiastically when those cocks finally killed off those giant bees he hated so much.

And then he realized he'd been there behind the boulder for over an hour.

He was so going to be late.

Prompto had run all the way from the rocky ridges towards camp, quite a long ways away he suddenly realized, all the while hoping the guys wouldn't chew him out too much for his miscalculation of time. He could just imagine Noct's smug face as he said, "And who was it that told me not to be late for lunch?"

He approached the camping ground a little hesitantly. Maybe they'd understand if he showed them all the cool pictures of that epic civil war he'd just witnessed.

"Hey guys, sorry I'm late," he said, trying not to look at his friends and pretending like he wasn't more than an hour late for lunch. He dropped himself into one of the empty chairs to catch his breath. "You guys done eating already?"

He looked up. Ignis was standing near the stove, clearing the camping table and cleaning the dishes while Gladio was in one of the chairs, chugging down a bottle of water. He didn't see Noct anywhere.

"Where's Noct?" he blurted out.

Gladio put down his water, one of his thick eyebrows arching. "I was about to ask you the same thing. I thought he was with you?"

"Well, yeah… I mean, we were, earlier, at the pier. I thought he'd be back already," Prompto said uncertainly. Did Noct lose track of time like he did too?

"Are you telling me you were not with him this whole time?"

Prompto almost cowered at Gladio's accusing tone. Maybe telling Gladio about his adventure out on the rocky ridges and stumbling upon that mind-blowing wildlife fight wouldn't do him any good now.

"Calm down, Gladio. This is not the first time Noct has gone fishing alone for an extended time," Ignis said before Prompto could come up with something to defend himself.

Ignis was right, and Gladio could use some chill.

There was never any rule among them that said Noct was not to be left alone at any given time. He would really hate that.

Noct was free to go anywhere he wanted on his own as long as the place was not too far away, his friends knew where he was going, what he was going to do there and when he would be coming back. Even so, Noct rarely ever went anywhere without at least one of his three friends accompanying him. The only times he ever went anywhere alone was to go fishing. Like today.

Honestly though, Prompto wasn't too worried about this. At least for now. Besides, the pier was not that far from camp, only about two hundred yards or so away. He could probably reach it in just a few minutes if he sprinted through the thicket.

Ignis had put away his cleaning rag and was now leaning against the edge of the camping table with his arms folded, a concerned look on his face.

"Prompto, would you mind telling us how you got separated from Noct?"

"Uh, sometime in mid-morning while Noct was fishing, I decided to go a little further down the lake to snap some pictures there. I told him I'll come back to the pier by noon so we could go back to camp together for lunch." He paused, suddenly feeling the guilt inside him growing. "I guess I kinda lost track of time because when I finally decided to head back to him, I realized it was already past noon, and I've strayed quite far away from the pier, anyway. I texted him to say we should just meet up at camp later for lunch."

Prompto stopped talking. He'd just realized he never received a reply from Noct after that. He quickly pulled out his phone, checking his messages in case he had actually missed his reply. There wasn't any. Noct had seen his message, but he didn't reply.

His mouth suddenly felt dry.

Gladio was already tapping away on his phone before placing it to his ear, his jaw clenched as he waited for Noct to answer his call.

"Did Noct say he will be late returning to camp?" Ignis asked.

Prompto shook his head slowly. "No. He didn't reply after that text I sent him."

He glanced at Gladio who was still waiting for Noct to pick up his phone and then back at Ignis, a feeling of dread suddenly starting to take over him.

"Ignis, should we worry?" he asked, trying not to sound as panicked as he was feeling. "He's been alone at the pier for hours now."

"Noct has gone fishing alone for much longer than this before, but he would always inform us about his current condition and whereabouts," Ignis said calmly, but Prompto couldn't possibly miss the way he eyed Gladio who was frowning down at his phone. "He would never ignore a call or a message from any of us, though."

"He's not answering his phone," Gladio announced gruffly as if on cue.

Shit. This is bad, right?

Prompto stood up abruptly.

"I'll go to the pier to check on him," he said, already half-running across the camping ground before Ignis or Gladio could say anything.

"I'll go with you," Gladio said from behind him. "Iggy, you stay at camp in case Noct comes back."

Prompto tried not to break into a panic-stricken sprint as he ran through the thicket towards the pier, his ears listening in to the muffled ringing tone coming from Gladio's phone. Gladio was running alongside him now, a grim look on his face while he listened to the endless ringing tone before he ended the call with a tap on his phone. Not five seconds had passed and he was already placing his phone to his ear and the ringing tone started again.

"Shit. He's not picking up at all," Gladio said through gritted teeth.

"Maybe he's busy fishing? You know how Noct gets when he's in that zone, oblivious to the world and all that," Prompto said, trying to make himself feel better.

"I hope that really is the case," Gladio muttered.

As the two of them rounded the tiny hill of rocks by the dirt path near the lake, the first thing that came into view was Bert's tackle shop. It was closed, the wooden shutters of the counter window shut tight in their frame.

The pier was quiet. Noct's fishing rod, tackle box and fishing bucket were there sitting at the edge of the platform, but Noct himself was nowhere to be seen.

"Gladio, look!" Prompto headed hurriedly towards the small heap of black things on one side of the pier. "It's Noct's jacket… and boots."

Gladio crouched next to the heap to inspect it.

"And his glove," he added. He picked up the jacket and something tumbled out from inside the folds of the garment onto the pier. "Noct's phone." He picked it up, seeing the notification for all the unread messages and missed calls.

Prompto looked around the lake, a curious thought crossing his mind as he stared uncertainly at the still water.

"Do you think, like, maybe he went for a swim or something? You know, to cool off? I mean, it is hot as hell, and he's got his boots and jacket and everything off, after all."

"Don't think Noct's the kind of person to do that sort of thing," Gladio said, pocketing Noct's phone.

Prompto didn't think so, too. Noct wouldn't have jumped into the lake while he was on his own with no one to save him if he somehow drowned or was attacked by something underwater. He was only suggesting that to keep the worst case scenarios out of his rattled mind.

"But where do you think he is? His stuff are still here. He even left his phone behind," Prompto said.

Gladio stared at the heap of Noct's belongings.

"He probably took off his jacket and boots because of the heat… but leaving his damn phone lying around where just anyone could pick it up, I don't think that's something he would do on purpose."

Prompto knew what Gladio was implying. Noct could have been abducted. Or worse.

He shook his head. He really didn't want to think about it.

"There's no sign of any scuffle, though," he said, looking about the pier, taking in the opened tackle box with its undisturbed contents.

"Come on, let's search the place," Gladio said and made his way to the edge of the pier.

"You think he's still here?" Prompto asked, a little surprised. He thought Gladio was suggesting that Noct had been taken. They would just waste time searching the place if that was really the case.

"We have to make sure, Prompto. Besides, I have a feeling he wasn't kidnapped. You go look around the shop. I'll look for him around the lake," Gladio instructed. He didn't hesitate in the slightest before jumping into the lake from the side of the pier and disappearing underneath the wooden platform, wading his way through the water.

Prompto headed for the tackle shop, making a full round of the shack and inspecting the large barrels arranged against one side of its wooden walls. He walked past the wood lattice panel and headed for the door. He knocked on it several times.

"Is anyone in there?" he called out.

There was no reply, as he had expected. The shop was closed, after all. But he remembered it being open in the morning when he had come to the pier with Noct.

He went to the closed counter window, trying to wedge a fingertip into the ridge between the wooden shutters to pry them open.

No use. They wouldn't budge.

He rapped on one of the shutters loudly like he did with the door. Without waiting for a reply because he knew he wouldn't be getting any, he started heading towards the dirt path to check the surrounding area next. That was when he heard a thud and a rattling noise coming from inside the shop, like a handful of coins spilling onto a wooden floor.

Prompto immediately planted an ear to the shutter, listening hard.

There.

Something inside was moving. He heard rustling, like someone crumpling a piece of nylon, or plastic or some kind of cloth-like material that would make noises when crumpled.

"Hello?" Prompto called out, ear still flat against the wood.

The noise suddenly stopped.

He frowned. He was sure he wasn't imagining it. He heard what he heard. Something was in there.

"Noct, is that you in there?" he called out and followed it with a series of knockings. "Noct?"

No reply and no more rustling. Everything was quiet again.

"What's up, Prompto? Something in there?"

Gladio had emerged from underneath the pier, his lower half drenched, leaving a trail of lake water across the platform as he made his way to where Prompto was hunching over in front of the tackle shop.

"I don't know, but I heard something just now coming from inside. Some kind of rustling," he said in a hushed voice, suddenly concerned if he'd scared away whatever it was in there.

Gladio cupped his ear to the shutter, too. After about a minute or so, they both heard the rustling sound along with some metal things shifting across the wooden floor.

They exchanged a look.

"Something's definitely in there," Prompto said.

"Could be just some rat or squirrel."

"Or it could be Noct."

"You called out to him?" Gladio asked.

"Yeah, but no answer."

"Not so smart of him to keep quiet, then."

"What if he's scared or isn't sure it's me out here?"

Gladio looked at Prompto for a few seconds before knocking on the shutter. "Noct? You in there?"

Silence.

"I still think it's just a rat but yeah, we should take a look just to make sure," Gladio said, backing off from the closed window. "I'm gonna break down the door."

Without so much as warning, Gladio kicked a hole in the tackle shop door with a loud crack. Before he could kick again to widen the hole, Prompto had swiftly slipped through the small splintered gap and found himself stumbling in semi-darkness. He turned the door knob a few times to see if he could unlock it from the inside.

"Looks like you have to keep kicking, big guy. The door won't budge," he said. "I'll look around in the meantime."

He switched on the flashlight attached to his shirt and went further into the shop.

The place was no maze. It was practically a simple rectangular wooden box that Prompto could cover in just a few strides, but the rows of shelves and boxes lining the walls and pails full of fishing stuff scattered across the floor made the whole place as cramped as a coffin.

He looked around the shop, making a full sweep of the small space. Everything was quiet and still.

There was no way in hell Noct could be in here.

Prompto didn't see anything out of the ordinary as he stepped closer towards the counter where the cash register sat. On the floor, a pail lay on its side with a sea of fishing hooks scattered about it. Something obviously had knocked the pail over. It was probably the source of the thud and the coins-spilling sound he'd heard earlier.

Gladio was probably right. Maybe it was just a rat or something.

Prompto surveyed the floor with his flashlight. He almost stepped back a few paces when his eyes caught sight of a black… something, wedged inside the small space underneath the counter top.

He hesitated for a second, staring at the thing as his mind whirled trying to make out what it was.

A giant black slug.

That was what he thought it was. At least at first, what with the way its shiny, rubber-like surface reflecting the harsh flashlight. He was just making out how the slug-like thing was as long and wide and thick as himself when he suddenly realized it was actually just a rolled up rubber dinghy. Bert must have owned one and had stuffed it underneath his counter when not in use.

Prompto sighed, laughing softly at himself.

Don't scare yourself with ridiculous things, stupid.

"Hey, Prompto! Anything in there?" Gladio hollered from outside the door. He still had a little more to go until the hole was big enough for him to get through.

"Not really," Prompto called back and started to backtrack out of the shop.

And then there was the same rustling noise he'd heard earlier through the shutters.

He stood where he was and turned towards the counter where the noise was coming from. His eyes widened when he saw it.

The black rolled up dinghy was moving.

And there were muffled noises coming out of it.

Prompto stared in horror. Something clicked in his mind when he finally noticed that on one end of the rolled up dinghy, a small surface of the black material was rapidly moving, like it was being sucked in and then puffed out again and again in quick succession.

"What the—"

That's… Someone's in there!

"Gladio, come quick!"

Prompto hurriedly knelt near the counter and started pulling the dinghy out of the small space.

This was no fucking dinghy. It was a damn body bag with someone in it!

This has to be Noct!

"Noct!" he cried, feeling the warmth of a person seeping through the rubbery material as he hauled the body bag across the floor. When it was fully out of the little space underneath the counter, Prompto frantically fumbled for the body bag zipper, but— but—

"Fuck, where the hell is it?!" he cried in frustration.

He couldn't find it. He couldn't find the zipper.

Then he realized that there was no zipper. The body bag was seamless, its surface perfectly smooth all over.

"Noct, it's you in there, right? Are you okay? Please, oh gods— please tell me you're okay," Prompto's words ran into each other, his hands madly trying to tear a hole in the body bag.

"The hell?"

Gladio had unhinged the whole door and was standing behind Prompto, his wild eyes staring at the black body bag with a confused look on his face.

"It's Noct! This has to be him! Gladio, we need to get him out of this thing but there's no fucking zipper and I can't tear it open!"

"You're telling me Noct's in there?" Gladio said in disbelief, staring at the wriggling black thing. "You sure? Fuck. Move aside. Let's take him out of this place first. It's too dark to do shit in here."

Gladio stepped past Prompto and carried the body bag out of the shop before propping it against the wall next to the broken door.

As soon as Gladio let the body bag go, it started to struggle again, trying to get away from them. It slid onto its side while it trashed about, trying to inch away like a huge black worm.

Gladio easily pinned it down with his hand before pulling out a pocket knife.

"Stay still, Noct. I don't wanna hurt you." He paused and muttered, "I really hope it's you in there."

The body bag didn't stay still but Gladio didn't care. He stretched the rubbery material away from where he assumed Noct's face would be and carefully poked a hole in it before extending the cut all the way down to the other end of the bag.

"The fuck…" Gladio breathed as he peeled away the black material.

"Noct! What the— Who did this to you?!" Prompto cried when he saw the state Noct was in.

Noct was heavily restrained with multiple black bands wrapped around his body and limbs, locking them in place, rendering him immobile. His hair and whole body was damp, his t-shirt soaked through, sweat pooling in the creases of the body bag underneath him.

"Noct…"

Prompto knelt by his side, pulling at the restraints. They didn't give at all, not even a little. He thought they were just black tape, but apparently they weren't.

He pulled away the sweat-covered body bag from underneath Noct, wondering how long he'd been sealed in there for him to be sweating that much. His heart ached somewhat when he thought of Noct trying desperately to breathe in that suffocating thing.

"We have to get these things off him, Gladio," Prompto said.

He stared at the black bands, at how excessively Noct was being restrained. There were just too many of them holding him prisoner. It was as if Noct was a dangerous, ravaging beast that needed to be subdued.

A black band was tightly secured around Noct's ankles and another two below and above his knees. His arms were pulled behind his back, his wrists secured together palm-to-palm with another band, and another one was wrapped around his biceps, pulling his elbows together until they almost touched. Another two bands were secured around his torso and chest, locking his already tied arms to his body.

Another black band was fastened around Noct's neck like a collar, while another one was wrapped around his eyes as a blindfold. He had a gag shoved into his mouth, a black tube he was forced to bite down, secured tightly around his head.

Prompto reached for the blindfold, trying to pry it off Noct's face. But Noct was still trying to get away from them, flinching and shuddering visibly whenever they touched him. He was breathing hard through his gag, grunting as he tried to jerk his body away.

"He's panicking. I don't think he realizes it's us," Gladio said. "We need to calm him down first."

Prompto touched Noct's face gingerly before lifting his head and laying it in his lap. He stayed his hands firmly on Noct's shoulders so he couldn't move away again.

"Noct, calm down. It's me, Prompto," he said gently when Noct started to trash in panic. He pushed Noct's sweaty hair away from his forehead and smoothed it soothingly a couple of times. "It's okay, buddy. You're okay. Take deep breaths. I'm here. I won't hurt you. Nobody's gonna hurt you."

Noct didn't even seem to register what Prompto was saying to him. He kept on struggling, making even more panicked noises. He only stopped trashing when he realized he wouldn't be able to escape. Prompto continued to speak to him and he gradually relaxed, finally recognizing Prompto's voice and the feel of fingers raking through his hair.

"Pwamphuh?" Noct said after a while, the gag distorting his word.

Prompto smiled when Noct said his name. Or what sounded like his name.

"Yeah, it's me, Noct. Gladio's here, too. We found you. You're safe now," he said reassuringly. "Are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?"

"Mwoph…" Noct said with a shake of his head.

"No? You sure? Okay, that's great, Noct. Now, stay still okay? We'll get you free." Prompto reached for the blindfold again, pulling at it a little and Noct jerked violently, trying to get away from his touch.

"Hey, it's alright. I won't hurt you," Prompto said, mildly surprised at Noct's wariness. It made sense for him to be anxious about everything at the moment, but it still hurt to see him scared like this. "Noct, do you trust me?" he said softly as if talking to a terrified kid. "You know I won't ever hurt you, right?"

Noct was still and quiet, hesitating, but he eventually gave Prompto a weak nod.

"Now that's a good prince," Prompto said with a little smile as Noct's shoulders sagged in his lap.

He stared at the bands wrapped tightly around Noct. "How do we get these things off, Gladio? I don't know why but these restraints are kinda strange."

"You can say that again," Gladio said after he'd tried cutting one of the bands with his pocket knife. It didn't even leave a scratch. "They're seamless, too. I can't see how they got these things to fit around him." He pulled at one gingerly. "And they're not stretchable, that's for sure."

"Hey Noct, I know you can't really speak right now, but do you have any idea what happened?" Prompto asked as Gladio continued inspecting the restraints.

"Mngh nngh," Noct said, shaking his head.

Prompto didn't know what Noct had said but he could guess what it was.

"You don't know? You don't remember how you got into this mess?"

Noct shook his head again, grunting louder this time.

"You don't happen to know how these restraining bands work, do you?"

"Nngh..."

Another shake of the head and a grunt. Noct's eyes were covered but Prompto could imagine the frustrated and unhappy look in them.

"It's okay, Noct. We'll figure it out," he said, smoothing a hand over Noct's hair again. He was less fidgety when he did that. It must be calming for him.

"Huh. There's a small button on every one of them," Gladio said after a while.

Prompto hunched over to look at where Gladio was pointing. He was right. The buttons were black and tiny, hardly visible on the bands.

"You think the button will undo the band?" Prompto asked.

"Maybe."

"What if it does something else?"

"Like what?"

Prompto shrugged. "I don't know, make things worse?"

Noct struggled a little then, turning his head this way and that in Prompto's lap, letting out a low whine as if telling them to hurry the hell up.

"Okay, okay, fine," Prompto huffed. He gently pulled Noct to slightly lie on his side. "I'll try undoing the blindfold," he said, his fingers lightly tracing the band covering Noct's eyes.

He didn't notice it the first time he touched the bands, but now that he was examining the blindfold, he realized the texture of the material was… interesting. He didn't think he had actually touched anything like it; it was somehow sticky and rubbery, an icky feeling, but also soft and velvet-like at the same time. It looked like leather but it wasn't leather, not really. Strange as it seemed, he could instinctively tell that it was steel, but also… not steel? Like it was hard and soft at the same time, too. It was a little disorienting. It was weird. It made him want to pull his hand away in disgust.

Prompto stared at the way the band stuck itself closely to Noct's skin like an adhesive tape would, how it followed the contours of his face, his eyes, the bridge of his nose, sealing off any light that might sneak through had there been any gaps. Like it was perfectly molded after Noct's face. That thought itself was disturbing.

Prompto took a deep breath.

"Here goes."

He clenched his jaw and pressed the button on the blindfold. His eyes widened in surprise when the band immediately cut itself near the button and fell into a neat coil in his lap.

"Huh. So it is the press-to-release type of thing," Gladio said with a relieved look on his face.

Prompto looked down at Noct who was rolling onto his back, his blue eyes squinting at the sudden brightness. He stared up at Prompto's smiling face and then at Gladio.

"Gwahioph…" he said.

"Yeah, good to see you too, Noct," Gladio said, grinning.

"You alright, buddy?" Prompto asked.

Noct nodded before he started wiggling again and making noises.

"Alright, alright. We'll get you out. Glad you're alright, though," Prompto said. He couldn't help smiling. He felt like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

Noct's gonna be okay.

Gladio pushed Noct to lie on his side again, patting his back lightly in assurance. "I'll get your wrists free first. Prompto, you undo that gag. The poor princess can't complain much with that thing in his mouth."

"Yes, sir," Prompto chirped. He looked down at Noct and smoothed his hair once more. "We'll get you free in no time, Noct."

He ran his fingers along the band of the gag to locate the button. He found it and wasted no time pressing it.

And things took a different turn from there.

Noct screamed like Prompto had never heard him scream before, his agonized screeching echoing throughout the lake, scaring away the birds that were nestling in the nearby trees. Noct was convulsing, his body rigid, twitching in pain, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as his teeth bit hard into the gag.

For a second, Prompto thought Noct had gone into a seizure until he felt the tingle of electricity in his lap and up his arms. And then it was gone and Noct lay limp in his lap.

"Noct? Noct, are you okay?" Prompto asked frantically, cupping Noct's face.

He was unconscious.

"What the hell is happening?!" Prompto cried, looking desperately at Gladio for an answer.

Gladio was as shocked as he was, his wide eyes staring at the limp figure in Prompto's lap. And then he snapped out of it and was on his knees checking Noct's vitals, a deep frown on his face. He sat back after a few moments, sighing.

"He's just passed out," Gladio said, closing his eyes and running his hands through his hair. "I don't know what happened. What the fuck was that? Did he have a seizure?"

"I thought it was… but I swear I felt a current running through me," Prompto said in a shaky voice.

Gladio stared at him, his mouth set in a straight line. "Yeah, me too."

"Did you press the button? On the band around his wrists?"

"No. I was about to but then he started screaming."

Prompto eyed the bands restraining Noct. The gag was still intact even though he had pressed the tiny button on it.

"Those are shock bands," Gladio said grimly when the fact dawned on him. "They'd sent electric shocks through him just now. When you pressed the button."

"But that can't be! The blindfold—"

"Let's get Noct back to camp first. I'm worried about him," Gladio cut in, slipping his arms under Noct's back and knees before carrying him away.

Prompto stared after Gladio's retreating back, the thought of him hurting Noct made him sick. He grabbed the curled up band in his lap that had been Noct's blindfold.

"This is a shock band?" he whispered to himself in disbelief. It looked just like a normal leather band, not some kind of electrical torture device.

Prompto got up to leave, his buckling knees almost couldn't support his weight. He couldn't think right now, not when Noct's painful screams were still echoing in his head.

And then he saw it.

By his feet on the pier was a piece of card, black and glossy. He swore it was not there a second ago.

For the Prince's Royal Retinue, it said elegantly in cursive gold letters.

Prompto frowned. Warily, he picked it up and turn it over.

Congratulations! The prince and his royal retinue have been chosen to play this electrifying game of chance, Zap the Prince! A simple and easy game to play, it will definitely leave you breathless from the excitement and anticipation. Follow the rules of play, have fun and enjoy the game!

Prompto felt his blood run cold as he read through the rules written on the card.

"What the fucking hell…"

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Next chapter:

Game Night

"Let's do this."