His original intention was to simply drop the man off at the clinic and have that be that. But sometimes things simply weren't that simple, and he'd stayed perhaps a few minutes longer than expected. Needless to say, his brother probably wouldn't be pleased about being left for so long. Klavier had full intention of apologizing as well. But when he left the room, he was greeted by nothing but darkness.
"...Kristoph?" He looked around but couldn't see him anywhere. The hall was silent and there weren't any signs of his flashlight anywhere. Forget gunshots and psychotic idiots. Klavier's heart jumped into his throat for real. It couldn't have been... He hadn't disappeared, had he? Or gotten attacked? Worse, he could have been taken for one of those torture sessions people had been talking about. The prospect of any of the dozens of possibilities was enough to make him slightly dizzy with panic.
Scheiße! He should have known better! He should have realized it could have happened. Kristoph had been here about a week, and he knew from the survey the possibility of disappearing between one and two weeks here was extremely high. He should have known the risk of either of them being left alone. He should have... He should have... He should have shut up and listened to his brother. He should have considered the importance of their safety above all else... Klavier put a hand to his forehead and, as unbecoming as it was, internally cursed again.
No. It was too early to panic. He wasn't Forehead. He should know better than to immediately jump to conclusions. There was no proof anything bad had happened to him... yet. Kristoph could have realized the danger of waiting outside alone and headed back to Klavier's room, or his own. Maybe something did attack him and he'd been forced to abandon this spot to get to safety. Maybe something had happened in which he felt a quick investigation was in order. They were all very likely possibilities. And until it was proven otherwise, he couldn't allow himself to fall apart.
Klavier placed his right hand on the wall and followed it down the hallway. He'd been too busy carrying the body to bring a flashlight of his own. But he could find his way back to the room, even in this pitch black. Two hallways to his right, then it was a matter of counting the doorways. He would check his own room first, then Kristoph's. And if he were in neither... He swallowed hard. That was something he would have to consider should the situation come. One thing at a time.
The prosecutor slowly felt his way along the corridor, straining to listen for any signs of danger and hoping more than anything his first assumption wasn't the correct one.
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His original intention was to simply drop the man off at the clinic and have that be that. But sometimes things simply weren't that simple, and he'd stayed perhaps a few minutes longer than expected. Needless to say, his brother probably wouldn't be pleased about being left for so long. Klavier had full intention of apologizing as well. But when he left the room, he was greeted by nothing but darkness.
"...Kristoph?" He looked around but couldn't see him anywhere. The hall was silent and there weren't any signs of his flashlight anywhere. Forget gunshots and psychotic idiots. Klavier's heart jumped into his throat for real. It couldn't have been... He hadn't disappeared, had he? Or gotten attacked? Worse, he could have been taken for one of those torture sessions people had been talking about. The prospect of any of the dozens of possibilities was enough to make him slightly dizzy with panic.
Scheiße! He should have known better! He should have realized it could have happened. Kristoph had been here about a week, and he knew from the survey the possibility of disappearing between one and two weeks here was extremely high. He should have known the risk of either of them being left alone. He should have... He should have... He should have shut up and listened to his brother. He should have considered the importance of their safety above all else... Klavier put a hand to his forehead and, as unbecoming as it was, internally cursed again.
No. It was too early to panic. He wasn't Forehead. He should know better than to immediately jump to conclusions. There was no proof anything bad had happened to him... yet. Kristoph could have realized the danger of waiting outside alone and headed back to Klavier's room, or his own. Maybe something did attack him and he'd been forced to abandon this spot to get to safety. Maybe something had happened in which he felt a quick investigation was in order. They were all very likely possibilities. And until it was proven otherwise, he couldn't allow himself to fall apart.
Klavier placed his right hand on the wall and followed it down the hallway. He'd been too busy carrying the body to bring a flashlight of his own. But he could find his way back to the room, even in this pitch black. Two hallways to his right, then it was a matter of counting the doorways. He would check his own room first, then Kristoph's. And if he were in neither... He swallowed hard. That was something he would have to consider should the situation come. One thing at a time.
The prosecutor slowly felt his way along the corridor, straining to listen for any signs of danger and hoping more than anything his first assumption wasn't the correct one.
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