Finn read it twice, then shoved his hands deeper into his coat pockets. Rent was due. His landlord had left a dead goldfish taped to his door as a warning. So yes, he was short on cash.
“Now you get paid. And tomorrow,” she said, handing him an envelope thick with cash, “we start on the Hall of Greed. It’s like the Hall of Temptations, but with a fake wallet on a string.” tricky traps & naughty
“Gluten-free and laced with a mild hallucinogen. You’ll think the sofa is singing show tunes. It’s not. The sofa is mute. But you’ll flail, and the floor will tilt, and you’ll slide into the chimney, which is actually a chute to the holding cellar.” Finn read it twice, then shoved his hands