Barb and Filly ran upstairs to get the guest and Young Lady. The two saw their escorts and paused the game, which had not been going so well in Madame Isabella's favor.

"'You lose a leg in the forest,'" she had read off a card. Celina smirked proudly at that.

"You can only move half the spaces now."

Isabella laughed. "Well, can't wait to get it back!"

Celina's proud look had become very grim. "You can't." Isabella looked completely confused. "Once you lose something, it is gone forever." Images of a raging fire taunted Celina. A house, burning. Adults, screaming. Parents, to be more exact.

Then the servants had come to retrieve them. They went to the garden, where Suzanne had prepared a table with pasta and a small, chocolate village replica. Madame Isabella was shocked to see such a display, little adults and children, tiny animals, and even homes for the tiny town.

Rey-Min walked up, wine in his hands. Suzanne whispered to him. "Don't screw this up," she said, and Rey-Min started blushing. He tried to pour the red wine straight, but missed, hitting the tablecloth. Suzanne and Celina need not exchange a glance before Suzanne whipped the cloth off, everything staying on the table. Isabella looked down from her fork of spaghetti to see the bare table.

"I thought it would be nice to eat without a cloth in the way," Celina smiled.

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The two ladies returned to their game.

"I believe that the Playtel Company will benefit greatly from-"

"Your move," Celina interrupted.

Isabella sighed and rolled the die. "2... 3... 4!" Isabella read the space. "You are haunted by the eyes of the devil."

Celina rolled the die. She counted out 6 spaces and landed on a spot 3 ahead of Isabella. "Madame Isabella, I do believe that I will own this toy company very fine."

"But you're only a child-"

"And children love toys and games." That thought struck the Italian. "We devour them, play them until our fingers hurt, love them, and put time into them."

Isabella nodded and rolled the die. This time she did not count aloud. 3... 4... 5! She read the square and the color drained from her face. "Y- you are sliced by branches and the hand of doom." The picture showed a man being ripped by a tree, shaped like a hand.
She stood up, shaking the table. "I won't! I won't play this demented game!!!" Isabella ran from the room.

The pictures of the late Polterwebs lined the walls. Their eyes glowed, as though the were... Devils.

She tripped and fell down the stairs, distracted by the eyes. Her leg was broken. "No matter... I will proceed on a single leg..." Isabella murmured to herself. She stumbled into the kitchen, where she saw Suzanne holding a very large knife. She turned, her eyes glinting.
"Welcome, Miss Isabella."