True to caution, Klavier didn't simply barrel on through to the heart of the room. He moved inside warily and quietly, braced for whatever sights he might see within. Admittedly, he had never actually been inside a morgue himself (and hopefully it wasn't a trip he'd have to often make), but he already had some basic expectations of what he would find upon entering. For example, the cold. That was perfectly normal. As were the hospital beds and basic equipment.
What wasn't normal... was that sound. It was... weeping? He froze in place for just a heartbeat, hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, before he quickly swung the light of his flashlight toward the sound. In that moment, only a few details registered immediately: open body drawers, pale white legs, and a mess of limbs, cloth, and long black hair on the floor.
Which, by the way, is the equivalent of every stupid pop-up scare in every ghost movie ever conceived.
He jerked and moved back a step, but thankfully had had enough warning to stifle anything audible. Of course, once that brief, instinctual reaction had passed, he fully realized these were people and not ghosts he was dealing with... though that perhaps depended on one's definition of the word. Because obviously they hadn't walked in through the door. Had they been... shoved into the freezer alive?! Dear god...
"A... Are you two alright?!" he called out. Admittedly, a part of him was still cautious, but the horror of the implication was enough to get him moving forward. One of them, a young girl, was standing and partially obscured behind one of the drawers. ...And Klavier turned his flashlight down towards the ground when he realized why. She didn't have any clothes on her. And judging by the woman on the ground and what limbs were exposed, she was the same within the sheet.
Honestly, modesty was the lesser of the issues at hand. But for the sake of courtesy, he held his light down as he got closer. It was enough so they weren't completely illuminated but he wasn't blind either.
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True to caution, Klavier didn't simply barrel on through to the heart of the room. He moved inside warily and quietly, braced for whatever sights he might see within. Admittedly, he had never actually been inside a morgue himself (and hopefully it wasn't a trip he'd have to often make), but he already had some basic expectations of what he would find upon entering. For example, the cold. That was perfectly normal. As were the hospital beds and basic equipment.
What wasn't normal... was that sound. It was... weeping? He froze in place for just a heartbeat, hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, before he quickly swung the light of his flashlight toward the sound. In that moment, only a few details registered immediately: open body drawers, pale white legs, and a mess of limbs, cloth, and long black hair on the floor.
Which, by the way, is the equivalent of every stupid pop-up scare in every ghost movie ever conceived.
He jerked and moved back a step, but thankfully had had enough warning to stifle anything audible. Of course, once that brief, instinctual reaction had passed, he fully realized these were people and not ghosts he was dealing with... though that perhaps depended on one's definition of the word. Because obviously they hadn't walked in through the door. Had they been... shoved into the freezer alive?! Dear god...
"A... Are you two alright?!" he called out. Admittedly, a part of him was still cautious, but the horror of the implication was enough to get him moving forward. One of them, a young girl, was standing and partially obscured behind one of the drawers. ...And Klavier turned his flashlight down towards the ground when he realized why. She didn't have any clothes on her. And judging by the woman on the ground and what limbs were exposed, she was the same within the sheet.
Honestly, modesty was the lesser of the issues at hand. But for the sake of courtesy, he held his light down as he got closer. It was enough so they weren't completely illuminated but he wasn't blind either.