You and Ray crash to the ground as the door loudly slams behind you.
"Good one, asshole," you say to Ray, rubbing your arm from where he grabbed you. "Do me a favor and don't touch me again."
"Jeez, I'm sorry," Ray replies. "Hey, what's happening in here?"
Lightning flashes outside the window on the other side of the room lined with paisley wallpaper. An old-style Victorian couches lines each wall, with a wooden coffee table in the middle. A pitcher of water and a glass are the only things on the table.
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