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         "You're right, sieben is seven," said the flashy girl. Both Dalton and the taller guy had guessed the following word meant "guests". Emma nodded, but the second line still flustered her.

Keiner mehr, keiner weniger.

The word keiner had sparked in her mind, but the translation just wouldn't come to her. The flashy girl slid out her phone and clicked around, then looked up.

"No more, no less."

Emma snapped her finger, the translation kindling the phrase like a light bulb. A mental "duh" appeared in her mind. "I take French, so translator tools are a must," the girl added, then brought up a good question: will the door only open if there are seven of us present? Emma shrugged, then further inspected the handle. "Doesn't look like it'll open; maybe the host is waiting until everyone is here to unlock it."

She looked back at her car and sighed, then turned to the tall guy. "We didn't get your name."