“Two of you?” she whispered, stepping back until her spine met the cold marble pillar. “That’s not in the script.”
Two figures emerged from the stacks, their black robes brushing the floor. Both wore the same skeletal white mask—the hollow eyes of Ghostface. They moved in eerie synchronization, one tilting its head left, the other right. Bronwin Aurora - Ghostface MMF Three...
Whispers in the Mask – A Bronwin Aurora Story “Two of you