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Judging by his form, he’s most definitely a man and…he looks a bit familiar. I try to meet his eyes, but he lowers his head, remaining still. Yellow Mask—who’s been watching him the whole time—jerks his attention to me. I swallow a scream at the sight of blood on his mask and his hands that he’s using to grab eighty-nine’s waist. “Lost?” I startle at the sound coming from behind me and stare back to find Green Mask staring down at me. “Uh, yeah. Can you tell me where the exit is?” “Follow me.” He walks in front and I hesitate for a beat, but at the yellow mask’s glare, I slowly follow the green one. The Heathens are a complete freak show and no one will be able to convince me otherwise. A shiver slashes through me at the thought of what they might do in the dark. As I leave the hall, I can’t help feeling bad for eighty-nine. He’ll be okay, right? Maybe that’s what Devlin felt at the hands of these guys before he decided to drive straight off that cliff. He’s not antagonistic, and if th