The article was glowing. You glance at your friend, but to your surprise you see they've vanished. A thought of worry crosses your mind, but it's quickly erased by the unease that the glowing article is causing you. It wasn't the pretty glow of Christmas lights or neon signs. It was more like a sickly glow of radioactive material.
You swallow the lump in your throat. Fighting and fleeing hadn't worked. You remember how in school they had taught you there was a third option to the whole "fight-or-flight" response: freeze.
So, you freeze.
It somehow only makes the feeling of unease intensify, however, as the article seems to be growing larger, enveloping you...
Until the only thing you can see is the Penana logo, sitting before you, with a strange mustardy glow emanating from behind.
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