Suzume didn’t want to leave the stage, but a good performer knew when it was time to make their exit. This, Suzume assumed, was most likely that time. It was as if someone had reached in and turned up the temperature on the oven - figuratively, of course, because it was still freezing. Everything was more intense than it had been even moments before. The mobs were larger, and wilder somehow, entire swarms of them spilling through the breech in the barricade. Some scuttled on multiple legs, like a drawing of a spider made by someone who had never actually seen a spider. A pack of black creature