Finally! said the figure. Now we can talk.
“Oh,” I said. “Okay. Hi.”
I gave it a little wave. The figure stayed motionless, and though I saw no eyes, no facial features at all, I knew it was studying me.
“So. What did you want to talk about?”
It waited a long moment before answering. It is strange, it said eventually, to see the focus of our hatred. To finally meet the creature that has brought upon us such misery.
“Uh,” I said. “Beg pardon?”
The second the words left my lips, the candles behind the figure all went out, as though blown out by a gust of wind. Suddenly, the walls of the room darkened as shadowed figures rose from the ground. I thought at first they were solid, 3-D like the one in front of me, but no. They were flat and trapped…