Things started yesterday when my group and I went to explore the Arctic side to gain information on the abnormal wavelength spike.
Our group head, Leon, had been acting particularly strange yesterday. We had only rested for twenty minutes before he crashed through our motel rooms.
"Get ready, everyone. We're heading out of the set in thirty minutes," he spoke out of the blue with an unremarkable seriousness.
The dimly lit candle bulbs cast shadows over his unappealing features; his plain dark hair and stiffly average face were victims of the uneven lighting.
My colleagues and I naturally protested; his order was too sudden and reckless. Moreover, it was vexing how he flaunted the power he gained through unofficial means. No Indulger of the Eerie Gothel had appointed him to lead us, so we were not obligated to follow his rules. Yet...
"There's a lead on what's causing the unstable amount of fluctuating wavelengths."
The words he spoke intoxicated us like liquor.
