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- yomi
Night 43: West Wing, South Hall 1-B
[from here]
Something didn't feel quite right about the building as Beatrix stepped out into the hallway. Moving to the left, she put her back against the wall to wait for Wonka to arrive. She wasn't sure what didn't feel right about it, but her instincts were warning her to expect more of the unexpected and to trust what she felt, not her eyes.
A flicker of movement out of the corner of her eyes, yet nothing was there. Her eyes narrowed. Yes, something wasn't quite right.
[waiting for Wonka]
Something didn't feel quite right about the building as Beatrix stepped out into the hallway. Moving to the left, she put her back against the wall to wait for Wonka to arrive. She wasn't sure what didn't feel right about it, but her instincts were warning her to expect more of the unexpected and to trust what she felt, not her eyes.
A flicker of movement out of the corner of her eyes, yet nothing was there. Her eyes narrowed. Yes, something wasn't quite right.
[waiting for Wonka]
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Sync didn't bother to pay much attention to the voices that lingered in this hall. It was only expected for people to finally make their way out of the patient blocks, and as long as they didn't interfere with his plans he saw no need to interact.
From what he remembered Dahlia had informed him that her room number was F34. He could only hope that she wouldn't try to drag her roommate into their affairs. The last thing he'd need was more dead weight.
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