Re: [arcade: hannah, david, eddie]
Whether David believed her was inconsequential. The room was dark, aside from the occasional flare of light from a hidden cabinet in the next row, facing away from them. The arcade felt alive, in a way that reminded him of Hannah, actually. There were ghosts in these machines. Later, he would weigh the idea. She was a girl who would always be the same.
He didn't know why they were here at the arcade, except that she said she felt safe. He didn't know there was a third party to meet, or anyone behind the office door. He didn't know he was being introduced.
Despite the weird cloak of death and secrecy, he didn't appear to mind being surprised with a new acquaintance. The man was alone, well-dressed, and Hannah clearly trusted him. The clothes felt like a uniform, like armor, like they meant something more that he didn't know enough to interpret. He lingered at the door, as if he needed to be invited in, and then followed Hannah toward the owner of the Arcade.
His irises were bone white. He carried a distinct heavy feeling on the air with him when he went, a foreboding, not particularly strong right now in good company. Who was Hannah thanking? He glanced to her, but he only saw a girl leaning against a darkened screen.
"David Park," said the Revenant, and he took Eddie's hand to shake.