Nevada was the master of elaboration and details; she really was. When the brunette had said “cove,” Alaska didn’t know what to expect. An actual cove or something else altogether…? She gave the younger twin another skeptical look before finally letting go of her hand in order to grab her shoulder as she rolled her neck—a habit she could never quite shake off after leaving the house.

Unlike some, she descended the stairs with caution. She took each step like she would suddenly set off a booby trap, and considering Alaska barely had an idea about where she was, it wasn’t completely wrong to be so paranoid. The keen, narrow-eyed look on her face failed to disappear even when she made it to the bottom of the stairs. She only seemed to grow more irritated when she looked at the only source of light in the room. “Who’s there?” she called out curtly, expecting an answer, but none came. Alaska immediately clicked her tongue and crossed her arms. What the hell? What was she supposed to do now?

She tried waiting a few more moments for a belated response, but met only further silence. She sighed heavily, letting her arms swing down to her sides. Common sense told Alaska to walk back up the stairs and consult her twin, but pride told her to keep waiting because maybe an answer would be made clear to her. Maybe. Looking just a bit more than annoyed, Alaska began to walk around the room. It was completely devoid of furniture and the ground was made of stone. The room itself was pretty small, which made her wonder what the purpose of this room was. Another huff. She reached up to brush bare hands against the walls covered in tiles. As fingers ran over grooves and indentations, Alaska paused and furrowed her brows. She turned to face the wall and leaned closer to examine the shape-covered tiles.

Actually, weren’t these tiles glowing a bit? Brows were still furrowed, but her eyes might’ve widened a bit as she ran her hand over the different shapes. The circumstances just got weirder and weirder by the second, didn’t they? In fact, the closer and longer she examined the shapes on the tiles, the more they appeared to be weapon-shaped…

Hey! Why don’t you look over here for a change? Geez.

Alaska spun around. “Finally! Someone’s—what…?” There should’ve been another person here—though how they would’ve entered without making a sound was beyond her at the moment—but it was still just her. Relaxed shoulders tensed up and she paid extra attention to her surroundings, but even as she slowly walked around the room she found nothing suspicious.

Nonono! You’re doing this wrong! Geez. Do I look like I have a body to you?!

This answered one question, but made so many more. Yes, she was the only person here she wasn’t crazy, but was this person implying they didn’t possess a body? That was weird. Actually, considering the voice sounded quite young and bratty, that was starting to get ******** creepy. A certain gut feeling in her stomach told her that life was only going to get creepier and weirder from now on, so she just briefly threw her arms up into the air before stalking around the room in circles. “Fine. What am I supposed to do?”

Geez. You’re just not good at this whole go-with-the-flow thing are you? The walls. Look at the walls! I don’t wanna spell out the whole thing for you.

If only she could wring the voice’s neck, but alas no body. If the brat said to look at the walls, then the only thing she could do was find some specific tile, right? There really wasn’t much else she could do otherwise. As Alaska began to scrutinize the tiles again, she could hear the brat laugh stupidly.

Hahahaha. Thaaat’s right. Keep searching…

“Shut your trap,” she barked as her hand ran over a tile with a club-shaped engraving. No, it wasn’t quite a club. For one thing, it possessed spikes and the shape wasn’t like a typical club—

Wow. That was fastfastfast! Geez, that’s kinda boring.

Something told Alaska to pull, so she did. She grasped onto something solid and most definitely not the tile, but she kept pulling back anyways until the weight of that something caused her to fall forward suddenly. The weapons clattered to the floor before Alaska straightened up and stared at the objects in her arms. “Hey, what…?”

Howdy, partner~ She could almost hear the brat saluting childishly. I’m Kit. I’m in your care from now on~

Ugh. This was what Nevada meant by a partner? A bratty voice that kept chattering in her mind and could hear her thoughts and there was no way to turn this off?

Geez.