Night 70: Main Hallway, 1-Center

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He proceeded quickly. Gripped his flashlight tightly, keeping it steadily centered forward. Sweeping the light across the floor horizontally would slow them down and anyway, the beam didn't cover anything behind them. They'd just have to be alert. And quick.

"What other things have you heard lurked here?" he said, failing to keep his voice casual—too serious, too strained—but he barely paid attention to that. He could rectify it later, attribute any slip-ups to nervousness. It wouldn't even be a lie. "And who'd you hear it from?"

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[forsworn]

Castiel was indeed in luck: Kratos had no idea of the significance of the number 777, although he was noticing a very strange trend that was hopefully coincidental. Ishida's number had been 555, and now here was Castiel with 777...all he needed to do was find someone with 666, and he'd have a nice little set.

"52.7," he said, having finally found the door to the Sun Room. It was wide open; in the dim beam of his flashlight, he could see the outlines of the chairs and couches inside. Unsurprisingly, in the darkness, they looked much more threatening than they did during the day.

He exhaled slowly in preparation for whatever was waiting for them inside - a monster, a patient on Special Counseling, whatever. "In here."

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