Cole was already sliding his daggers back into place as the donkey retreated after that first hit. What was it? Was it alive? A spirit? Possessed? It was loud. He shook his head as if that would help clear the buzzing in his ears.

She couldn't hear him and it took time to write, so he didn't answer her, instead jerking forward to peer around through various doors. One room was especially large, full of tables and chairs. This was a restaurant of sorts right? He peered inside, wary for any more sudden surprises.