"My name's Pinky," the girl whispered, finally catching her breath. She glanced between the two boys, her eyes still wide but shimmering with curiosity. "Online, I go by Kinky Pinky. You might've seen my comments? I usually drop, like, fifteen per video. You guys are from D.O.P.E., right? The ghost-hunting channel?"
Samuel raised a brow. "Wait… Kinky Pinky? You're that Kinky Pinky? The one who keeps asking if Danny's single on every upload?"
Danny blinked. "She WHAT?"
Pinky gave a guilty giggle. "Guilty as charged. Can't help it—you looked cute. Always so serious with gadgets and cameras. You look like a very smart man."
Danny blushed so hard it could've lit a flare.
"Are you guys doing another ghost hunt here?" she asked, lowering her voice. "'Cause... if so, this place is cursed AF."
Samuel's expression turned grim. "This isn't a ghost hunt. It's a demon hunt. A lot of girls here are possessed by groups of demons."
Danny added, "And now the demons know we're hunting them—so we're the ones getting hunted."
Pinky's mouth dropped open. "No wonder! That makes so much sense. The way some of the girls here act—it's like they're not even human. Especially the ones that always move in packs. Cruel. Sadistic. Like they enjoy hurting people. Loyal followers of the leader."
Samuel leaned forward. "They have a leader?"
Pinky nodded quickly. "Yeah. We all call her the Queen. No one's allowed near her. She lives in the top-floor suite. Super luxurious. Word is, she doesn't leave the room unless something big happens."
Danny and Samuel exchanged a look.
"She must be the A-Class Blissbinder," Samuel muttered. "The ringleader."
Pinky looked nervous. "So what are you guys going to do now? They control everything here."
Samuel sat on the bed, tapping his fingertips together in thought. Danny stood beside him, also thinking hard.
"They're allergic to natural salt water," Danny whispered. "If we soak them, we can banish them. But how do we hit that many at once?"
Samuel's eyes flickered with realization. He rushed to the window, peeked outside, then looked up at the ceiling.
"Sprinklers! They've got a fire sprinkler system. The question is—does it still work?"
He turned to Pinky. "Sister Pinky, does the fire alarm system work?"
"Ahem—yeah, it does," she confirmed. "Even the water dispenser worked last week. There was a fire incident. Too many drunk idiots. Even though this place looks like crap, they have to maintain some safety."
She paused. "Wait—why are you asking? Are you planning to burn the place down?" Her eyes widened.
"Chill, sister. No fire," Samuel reassured. He looked at Danny. "Dude, if we mix natural salt into the sprinkler tank and trigger the alarm—we could flood this whole floor with salt water. We move during the confusion."
Danny's eyes lit up… then dimmed. "Where do we get that much salt? And how do we mix it in? Good plan, but... execution?"
"Excuse me," Pinky cut in. "I know the technician here. If what you're saying could work… maybe I can help."
"Really? Sister, you're a lifesaver!" Danny beamed.
"I can call him here, if you want."
"Yes—but we also need to get natural salt," Samuel added.
Pinky nodded. "I know another guy. We call him The Smuggler. He sneaks in stuff for the girls. Most of us aren't allowed to leave. I was sold into this place when I was eighteen by my stepfather. But… let's stick to the mission. Should I call him too? He can get anything—no one suspects him."
Danny's jaw tightened at the word sold. He took a deep breath.
Samuel's eyes sharpened. Their entire demeanor shifted.
Samuel looked at Pinky and said quietly, "Sister, I'll never forget your help. Please—call the technician first."
Pinky nodded and dialed.
Moments later, a frail-looking old man with a straw between his lips knocked on the door. He wore a dusty technician's jumpsuit and looked like he hadn't smiled in a decade.
"Hey kiddo. How many times am I fixing your toilet pipes?" he asked with a warm grin.
"Grandpa, you're here!" Pinky opened the door with a smile.
The old man noticed the two boys inside. "You got customers?" he asked with a confused frown. Pinky quickly motioned for silence.
Samuel stepped forward. "Uncle, do you believe in demons?"
The old man raised a brow. "I've lived seventy years. Never seen one—but I've seen humans worse than monsters. Been working here over twenty years. Seen things I wish I hadn't."
He gently patted Pinky's head.
Samuel took a deep breath. "What if I told you demons are real? That this place is run by the possessed. That we banished one last night—and now more than a hundred demons are hunting us."
The old man stared at them for a long moment. "You kids serious? Demon possession? Sending them back to Hell? All I heard was someone attacked a girl and vanished without paying. They're locking down the building to find him. Don't tell me that was you?"
"Damn… so that's what they're telling everyone?" Danny muttered.
"Uncle, we're telling the truth."
"Yes, Grandpa," Pinky added. "You've seen it too—the Queen's girls never age. Some have been here for over a decade and haven't changed. And the sounds—when they came in, you heard those growls. It wasn't human."
The old man went silent.
Finally, he asked, "What do you need from me?"
Samuel looked him dead in the eye. "We need to poison the demons. Natural salt is like acid to them. We want to mix it into the fire sprinkler tank."
The old man frowned, his wrinkled face deepening. "Mix salt into the sprinkler system? When?"
"As soon as we get the salt. We'll handle the timing."
Danny nodded. "We'll calculate how much is needed. What is the water tank capacity"
The old man grunted. "It all sounds like superstition to me… but if you're fighting real demons—and you're telling the truth—I'll help. You have my gratitude, not just for her… but for everyone trapped here."
"Sister Pinky—call The Smuggler," Samuel said.
He stood tall.
"Let's do this. Now it's time to get wet. Let's get soaked."
Drenched. Dripping. And wet before the climax.
Stay tuned.