"Ingrid! Hey, Ingrid! Where the hell are you going? Stop!"
Instead of listening to me, she quickens her pace and heads into a small wooded area on Westchester Crown's grounds.
By now, we're already pretty far from the festival area.
"Are you going to stop or not?! I'm not chasing you around all day!"
Once again, her only response is to move even faster.
Alright.
If she won't stop the easy way, then I'll make her stop the hard way.
I look around carefully.
There's no one here except Ingrid and me.
Perfect.
One of my ectoplasmic arms emerges from my back and shoots toward Ingrid faster than she can run.
The massive red hand, glowing with that white light, closes around her ankle.
A moment later, Ingrid is face-down in the grass.
I immediately dissolve the extra arm and reach her almost instantly.
"Now tell me what the fuck is wrong with you!"
"I-It's none of your fucking business, Darko!"
