Night 62: Main Hallway 2-West

[rocksthecourt]

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By the time he reached the top of the stairs, Klavier had a vague melody playing in the back of his head. It really would have been better to have something tangible to listen to. That way he wouldn't lose it as soon as he tried to focus more thoroughly on his surroundings. He stood, quiet and straining to listen for anything unusual in the darkness. Nothing.

He still hesitated in proceeding forward. If anything, the continued silence just made the entire thing feel more suspicious. It was difficult not to feel like one was walking right into a trap or an ambush. He briefly glanced behind him, back down the stairs, before moving forward. Again, he just needed to focus on what he was doing and where he was going. Don't get sidetracked.

The area he wanted to inspect was straight ahead.

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[avengingfists]

The darkness of the institute had once seemed unbearably oppressive to Ilia. It had frightened her, but it really wasn't the darkness anyone had to be afraid of. Fear of a silent death at the hands (or claws) of some unknown adversary seemed so awful back then, but now she knew better. To die in front of the ones you love, in broad daylight, by the very hand of someone you thought of as a friend; that was true horror. That was despair.

Doggedly, Ilia made for their destination without bothering to look back.

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