The red haired girl stared at the door as if it had offended her. How dare it not open! The gall!<br/><br/>"Don't you ever watch horror movies? That's too obvious!" a feminine voice criticized from the room.<br/><br/>Rainieâ€™s eye twitched in suppressed irritation. Pardon her for<span style="font-style: italic">hoping.</span>And thinking rationally. It wasnâ€™t the automatic response to assume she was in a horror movie. Although, her violet eyes did sudden flicker about the room, in search of camera lenses hidden in the shadows.<br/><br/>Others scoped the place out as she did. One young man wandered toward a hallway, only to swiftly retreat into the safety of the circle of people. Another checked the window, stating nothing could be seen. Rainie didnâ€™t move to check. A few seemed too calm, deliriously chill. Asking for lighters and smokes. A girl was even flirting, asking for a cigarette from a composed young man.<br/><br/>Rainie, however, was keeping her cool. She was sort of proud. The stagnant air was beginning to feel charged, as repressed panic filled the guests of the strange house. Realizing her knees felt weak, the young red haired woman just sat â€“ in the middle of the floor, crosslegged, feeling like a kindergartener. But all that mattered was that she wouldnâ€™t fall.<br/><br/>With a feeling of numbness, Rainie listened to the words and conversations of the strangers. With mild curiosity, Rainie pulled out her solid brick of a Nokia, turning it on. The screen came on, but nothing worked. The buttons beeped, but nothing came up.<br/><br/>She tossed it on the ground. â€œFinally, the thing breaks.â€ She hissed in anger. Her eyes spat fire at the phone sheâ€™d been trying to destroy since its purchase.<br/><br/>A question was thrown from one of the girls, about remembering previous events leading to their arrival here. Sheâ€™d already discovered she had no recollection of what sheâ€™d been doing prior to appearing her, so she gave a noncommittal shrug and a declaration of, â€œNada.â€ Or<span style="font-style: italic">nothing</span>, in Spanish.<br/><br/>â€œDoes anyone know what that says up along the arch way?"<br/><br/>Rainie glanced at the arch above the door. The words were engraved artfully there, deliberately. A chill crept up her spine. Sheâ€™d taken Latin 1 in high school.<span style="font-style: italic">â€CINIS, CINIS, OMNES CADENT...â€</span>She read aloud, her mind working a million miles a minute. â€œ<span style="font-style: italic">Cinis</span>means ash.<span style="font-style: italic">Omnes</span>means all....â€ She paused, pondering. â€œ...We can assume from the context that<span style="font-style: italic">cadent</span>is fall.â€<br/><br/>When silence met her words, she sang to the room deliriously, â€œA-shes, A-shes; we all fall down!â€ She dropped her head into her hands and pressed her palms to her eyes. Her lips curled in a - mildly sadistic - mocking smile.<br/><br/>After a moment of silence from her, Rainie moved her hands to rake her fingers through her long red hair. She was one of three females of the group. The rest were male. In such a mysterious situation, she could trust no one. Absolutely. No errors. Her violet eyes narrowed.<br/><br/>But that didnâ€™t mean she couldnâ€™t squeeze some clues out of them.<br/><br/>She raised her head, and eyeing the room tiredly. â€œWell, what an interesting situation we seem to be in.â€ She remarked, sarcasm and frustration dripping from every word. â€œWould anyone like to reveal any crazy uncles or psychopathic friends while weâ€™re all here?â€