Bad news: My childhood friend and I are trapped in an infinite horror game.
Good news: My childhood friend is a six-foot-tall, dark-skinned athlete, so I feel totally safe.
Bad news: The dungeon boss is my ex-husband.
Clutching a photo of my pet cat on my phone, I cry, "Baby, you're only three months old, and you're already going to lose your mom..."
Tentacles wrap around my waist, and the boss whispers coldly in my ear, "I've only been gone for a little over a year, and your baby is already three months old?"
