Run the fuck away

You blanch at the horror of what you're seeing, turn around, and sprint for the building. The ghouls hear you as you snap vines and branches, and you hear a hissing babble behind you. You can't understand it, but you realize immediately they're speaking the Dead Tongue, lingua franca of the worst regions of the afterlife. You figure that's just the sort of thing you get to know when you work for a **** Goddess, but a translation would have been nice.

Or maybe it wouldn't. You can hear them sprinting behind you, gaining easily with animalistic bounds, and you're pretty sure they're still hungry. That head start saves your life, as you just barely make it.

You grab the metal fire door, jerk it open and pull yourself in, gurgling in fear. You slam it behind you. Multiple human-sized bodies crash into the door after you, whispering and hissing incomprehensible pleadings and curses.

Sighing and nearly sobbing with relief, you see Marko looking at you. Marko is a wizard at puzzling out instructional manuals. He also does a great deal of ****. He is currently wearing a Hawaiian t-shirt and dipping a bag of tea rhythmically in a cup of hot water. Also, staring at you in shock.

You decide that Marko, perhaps alone among sapient beings, will benefit from the direct approach.

"Marko, have I ever done you wrong, and also, have you ever seen anything you can't explain?"

Marko considers this gravely. He can see you're scared, but he's standing here in the light. There's another loud thump at the door, and he flinches just slightly. "No, and yes. That order, man."

You nod sagely. "Marko, look me in the eye." You don't even need magic for this. He's definitely high. "There's a few things you don't want to do. You absolutely do not want to fucking go out back. Do not do it. Secondly, you don't want to ask me any questions about this. You don't want to know shit about what is going on. Lastly, you don't want to clock out early. You wait until the sun is good and up. Sound good."

Marko throws out his tea bag. "Sounds like a plan. Fuck questions. Stay inside. Wait for daylight. You got it."