Devil on your shoulder || Adam & [insert name]
She’s always thought that the people in horror movies are morons in general. Hear someone walking around when you’re alone? Let’s go investigate. Get a random call from a stranger asking about your favorite horror movies? Sure let’s talk to them. But at this point she kind of gets it.
You don’t run because if you turn the other way when you hear a thump in the next room then you’ll never know what the thump was. It’s curiosity that makes you go towards the strange noises when you’re alone in the building - and she thinks that cats aren’t the only thing that curiosity gets killed sometimes.
It leads her to the next room over one, and she opens the door just a bit before hearing the words and slowly cracking it open a bit more. “Uh, ‘m Charlie.”
Adam turned his head slightly to face where the noise of the creaking door was coming from, his gaze soon settling on the woman with long hair that framed her pale face. His brow creased in confusion at her appearance. He didn't recognize her at all -- was this some new form of torture? Maybe she was a demon? But she didn't appear to be one at all.
"--Charlie? 'M Adam -- uhh, where am I?" he asked lamely, although he was desperate for an answer.
