Tricky Traps & Naughty -

Finn read it twice, then shoved his hands deeper into his coat pockets. Rent was due. His landlord had left a dead goldfish taped to his door as a warning. So yes, he was short on cash.

The Hall of Temptations looked like a normal living room. A plate of cookies sat on a low table. A remote control glowed invitingly next to an armchair. Finn’s hand twitched toward the remote.

“Who makes a pit there ?” he shouted. tricky traps & naughty

The Reading Nook was a cozy corner with a single leather chair, a floor lamp, and a shelf of books. Finn inspected the existing traps: a whoopee cushion on the chair (classic, but too obvious), a bucket of glue perched on a half-open door (messy, but naughty kids would just take off their shoes), and a tripwire connected to a speaker that played the Macarena on repeat.

The bell rang—a bright, cheerful ding . Finn read it twice, then shoved his hands

He looked up, dusting off his elbows, utterly unhurt but deeply, profoundly embarrassed.

“Naughty people are creative. We must be more so.” Morgause led him deeper into the manor. “Your first solo trap is in the Reading Nook.” So yes, he was short on cash

“And naughty adults, though they’re harder to catch. Too much cynicism.” She handed him a leather apron. “I’m Morgause. You’ll start in the Hall of Temptations.”