NIGHT 64: MEDICAL WING HALL

[envy_the_sinners]

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Looking around, Scar wasn't quite sure what to expect upon this returning visit to the medical wing. It was silent, for now. Scar shined his light around each corner as he moved silently through the room, ready for something to jump out at him at any moment. He wasn't sure of what to expect, but he held his scalpel at the ready with his free hand. It was feeble protection at best, but Scar was a sitting duck without his alchemic arm.

He still wasn't sure if he would actually want it back, though.

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[gald_digger]

Anise wanted to believe that they could stop those horrible transformations for good, but her optimism had just about run out. She met Claude's eyes in response, but couldn't quite bring herself to say anything.

Fortunately, Guy announced their arrival moments later, and sure enough, she could see the sign confirming that they had the right place. Witnessing that tragedy had sucked away a lot of their motivation, but there was nowhere to go but forward now. Just a few more steps, and maybe they'd have some answers.

Anise drew close to the door, her legs wobbling slightly with each step. Between the illness and what just happened, she was feeling fatigued, both emotionally and physically. She hoped she'd get to take a break once they found the clue. If they found the clue.

"I hope this is worth it..." she mumbled as she reached for the door, gently pushing it open. Once it appeared that no monsters were going to pounce on them in the doorway, she went on inside.

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