Nightshift 25: 2nd floor hallway near staff research/medical reference library

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If a being that lacked his heart could somehow have a heart attack, Xemnas would certainly have one as soon as the radio broke the deafening silence. As the man blurted his message, the Nobody found himself torn between listening to said message or trying to silence it. It would seem he had no choice in the matter, even despite the possible foes the noise would certainly attract. If it was possible for Xemnas to do so, he would certainly regret bringing the item along this little trip.

Naturally a curious man, the message was merely fuel to the fire. Where the Dead rested..., certainly some of the patients must have perished during their stay, leaving a mere corpse behind. There was no graveyard to speak of, yet those bodies needed to be stored somewhere...

Even so, the Superior had no idea where he could find such a place, as he still hadn't fully mapped the institute. Added to the fact he still had no decent weapon...it seemed incredibly unwise to pursue the supposed clue unless he would have some means to defend himself. There was also the possibility it was a trap. How much could this man of the radio be trusted, after all? What could be said of him?

He continued ascending the stairs, eventually reaching the very spot he had been a few nights ago. He had gone straight ahead back then, now there were both the options of left and right. After a moment's pause, he finally chose to head left.

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No need to nod now, in the dark. Simon followed, the only evidence of his managed unease the sweat in his palm, making his grip on the flashlight slick. Fine, it would be fine; he knew he wouldn't drop it, wouldn't need to hit anything with it as what good would that do? Simon had accepted a degree of helplessness by requesting help, and he proceeded with his pharmaceutical focus. Strung up in the band of his pants: the pillowcase, stripped from his pillow, into which he intended to place whatever he found. Simon doubted the pharmacy would have spare bags lying about, certainly not of fine leather, with silver engravings...

He shook the thought from mind, the memory of certainty and steady hands. Alert, important to remain alert.

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