" The house shows you. The house loves you. Are you enjoying our hospitality? Would you like to play with me?” he asked. “No.” “A pity,” he said, revealing the third card: a single, empty cup. “You’ll still renounce yourself in the end. You’re already like us, you’re family. You don’t know it.” “You don’t scare me, you piece of shit monster, with your dreams and your tricks. This isn’t real, and you’ll never keep me here.” “You really think that?” he asked, and the boils rippled down his back. A trickle of black liquid, as black as ink, dripped onto the floor beneath him. “I can make you do anything I want. "

― Silvia Moreno-Garcia , Mexican Gothic