damned_institute | Night 46: Outside the Institute

They were still staying against the wall, which Harvey had no problem with. He hoped that Jones had been paying enough attention last time to know when they'd have to turn away, but he was going to have to trust in the man for now. It wasn't like Harvey had any clue as to where they were going, after all. Still, he could tell that Jones was a good enough guy that he wasn't going to lead him on a wild goose chase without meaning to.

That didn't mean that Harvey wouldn't be angry if they got lost, though.

As for the topic of the computer, Harvey just grumbled to himself and let out a sigh. "Nah, I'm no hacker. If I could get past the lock on it, I'd probably be able to navigate their systems well enough, but..." He'd generally been a clean attorney. Sure, he'd gone after corruptness in the police department, and he'd been aggressive, but he'd never resorted to breaking into protected files or anything like that.

Listening to Jones sum up what his past nights had been like, Harvey just shrugged his shoulders to himself. That was what happened when you cared too much about other people; you didn't know when to just walk away, and you got stuck worrying about the people who'd vanished. "Well, here you go," he said with a vague motion of his arm. Harvey was still kind of surprised that he'd ended up out here with Jones, but it hadn't been so bad thus far.

Then again, they hadn't been attacked yet. If that happened, his opinion of the night would make a quick one-eighty, he was sure.

Hacker; what the hell was a hacker? So the computer had a password, which you probably typed with the keyboard, which gave you access to the files--which might be in some kind of code themselves. A hacker was obviously someone who could get to them without using the password, by...hacking the computer open? Must be figurative, Indy concluded. He'd learned enough from that store to know that the files weren't physical objects.

"Wonder if anyone here is," he mused. "They must be keeping actual records somewhere." His file folder and Dad's had both been complete shams, but if this really was an experiment, surely they were recording data. The only question was whether the patients could get at it. It'd be classic Landel to dangle the prospect of information in front of them, watch them coordinate their efforts to get into the computer files only to find there was nothing useful there either. Still, they didn't have much choice but to try everything, sooner or later.

He nodded at Dent's comment, still feeling how pathetic this exercise was on some level. "Yeah, well. This wasn't exactly on the list of sites I'd like to explore before I die, but I'll take what I can get."

For all they knew, the files were only available on Martin Landel's personal computer, meaning that going to the effort of tracking down some computer whiz kid would be a waste of time. Harvey wasn't that married to the idea, but he figured he might as well inform Jones unless he wanted to look into it at some point. Like if this whole thing with the ruins turned out to be a dead end, which was completely possible. Likely, even.

"Maybe it's more a matter of you exploring it so as not to die," he pointed out darkly. On the other hand, this might just head them on the path to death that much faster, but there was really only one way to find out.

They had managed to get by zombies somehow. After that, it was hard to get too concerned about what could be hiding out in the woods. Not that Harvey was looking forward to wandering through the trees in the fog, as they'd eventually have to do, but he got the feeling he and Jones could handle themselves when push came to shove.

"How much can you really figure out with no materials or means of analyzing what you find, anyway?" Harvey didn't know that much about archaeology, but he at least realized that most people took a host of tools with them when they went to check out something like this. Jones was going to have to resort to vague guesses.

"I appreciate the optimism," Indy replied, which in fact he kind of did. At least that made this endeavor sound worthwhile instead of what it more likely was: a shot in the dark.

As for the question of how to analyze the site, that was a topic he could warm to easily. "Not as much as I'd like," he admitted--it seemed to be a big night for confessions. "Right now what we could really use is someone who could figure out a cause of death for those remains in the church. Unfortunately that's outside my field, unless they turn out to have holes in the back of their heads or something."

Indy found himself slipping into lecture mode. "Not to mention the goals here are different from a usual dig, so a lot of the things I could do wouldn't help us--like measuring the site, for example. Or if I had digging tools, I could try to get the town's age from the layers of rock and soil, but the architecture is probably the most accurate estimate of time period we're going to get anyway. The coins and clothing might pinpoint it almost exactly, if I could be sure they weren't planted." Which he couldn't.

"But as I said, we're probably looking for objects, any physical evidence that would tie this town to Landel or his partner. About the only tool that might help me with that would be a portable metal detector," Indy concluded. Or a set of brushes, but he usually bypassed those anyway.

While Harvey wasn't sure that his comments counted as optimism, he figured it was a good thing that the two of them weren't rubbing each other the wrong way. He wasn't quite sure where he and Jones stood, but he realized that the fact that they were willing to work together said a thing or two about that.

Now that Jones had started talking on and on, Harvey had to wonder if it had been such a smart idea to ask him that question. On the other hand, all they were doing was walking. Trudging along the wall in silence wouldn't have been very interesting, and he might as well figure out what they were going to be focusing on in the ruins ahead of time.

As for the whole cause of death problem, Harvey just gave a shake of his head. He was just as useless, even though being an attorney meant he was fairly familiar with the variety of ways that a person could be murdered. He didn't have any personal expertise with it, though. "For all we know, one of the patients here used to be a coroner." But that would require finding someone and making another trip, which Jones might be on his own for. Harvey hadn't completely committed himself to this whole ruins thing.

He didn't think the time period was all that important, except that it might give some clue of how long the institute had been active. Had the town been here before the building, or was it the other way around? "Guess we'll just have to be thorough, then," he stated. He was no detective, but he didn't think he'd be terrible at it. It would have helped if they had more than flashlights to see by, though.

A coroner. Wouldn't that be nice. Indy wouldn't mind an anthropologist and a handful of grad students, either. "It wouldn't surprise me. I've already met a couple of detectives and a self-proclaimed inspector, so maybe a coroner's not far behind." He shrugged. "Of course, I've also met people who claim to be superheroes, so who knows what you can trust."

Maybe a professions survey would be worthwhile; he couldn't remember having seen one on the bulletin board yet. It'd be nice to know who was out there. Come to think of it, Indy was pretty sure he wasn't the only archaeologist here. What had that fellow's name been? Johnson? Jackson?

Being thorough was already a given in Indy's mind, or at least as close to it as they could get in the time they had. He just tipped his head silently to indicate assent.

The mention of an inspector immediately grabbed Harvey's attention. He happened to know someone like that too, and it wouldn't have been as noteworthy save for the fact that most people didn't go around calling themselves inspectors all that much. At least, not as far as he knew.

Right before he could ask his question, though, Jones dropped that word. Superhero... How many times had the sensational Gotham press tried to refer to the Batman as one? Still, regardless of the public's claims that Batman hade supernatural powers, Harvey knew that wasn't the case. He was a man, just like him, just like Jones.

Still, he wasn't surprised that some people fashioned themselves as having impossible powers, especially in this place. He managed to roll both his eyes as he shook his head to himself.

"Let's not even start with that," he said with some annoyance. "But this inspector you mentioned... is his name Lunge?" It would be a little odd if it turned out Jones had met the guy, but it wasn't completely impossible. There were a lot of patients here, but not so many that they couldn't all be shoved into one large room.

Small world. "It is, as a matter of fact. It seems he's interested in the ruins as well." Indy turned to look at Dent. "Why, do you know him?" It wouldn't come as much of a surprise if he found out the law-enforcement types tended to stick together in here; finding people with common interests was natural enough. He wondered if Dent knew Ryuuzaki, and if so by which of his many aliases. So far Indy thought he was at three and counting.

The wall ended and Indy shifted a few paces to his right as he walked, just to make sure they kept the road in clear sight. "Not too much farther until we turn off," he said. The fog didn't make it easy to tell from a distance, but that looked like the right spot just up ahead.

So he'd been right. Harvey realized it wasn't the most impossible occurrence, but he did find it strange that Jones had managed to get more information out of Lunge that he ever had. He wondered what about the ruins had the so-called inspector so interested, but that would have to wait.

"More or less," he said with a shrug. His shoulder was still sore from climbing that wall earlier, but it didn't stop him from moving it around. At least the pain kept him focused on where he was stepping, especially since the ground was starting to lose its smoothness. "He's my roommate." He could have gotten someone worse, honestly, but the fact still stood that the guy wasn't much of a conversationalist.

It sounded like they were getting close, and Harvey shifted to stay in step with Jones. He nodded to the other man. "It's a good thing you have a decent sense of direction," he muttered.

"Is that so." Indy'd picked up that the roommates seemed to be assigned based on sex and and approximate age range, but now he was mildly curious as to whether profession or other factors were involved. Was it arbitrary, or was there something they were supposed to get out of each other's presences?

"What do you know about him?" he asked. "Does he seem trustworthy?" Not that Indy was prepared to accept Dent's opinion--or anyone else's, for that matter--on that kind of question as gospel, but it helped to have a sense of how the German came off to other people. Indy's main impression had been of that professionalism, which wasn't terribly illuminating in the grand scheme of things. Ryuuzaki wasn't a great recommendation on the trustworthiness front, either. Come to think of it, nobody he'd met here over the age of seventeen was.

They reached the turn-off point--or something reasonably close to it, at least--and Indy swung off to the east, away from the road. The thick fog and the diseased trees loomed ahead.

Now that they had pulled away from the wall, Harvey had to put more attention into where he was stepping. The ground was rocky, and with the fog permeating the air there was even the possibility that they might smack into a tree or something. Since he'd rather avoid that, he made sure to stay sharp, moving his flashlight around periodically to give him the illusion of knowing what was around them.

The sounds of the woods - rustling, vague animal noises - weren't making him feel too comfortable with all this. But if Jones had made it to the site without too much of a problem, then he probably didn't need to worry. They would manage.

As for the man's questions, Harvey gave a shake of his head. "I don't know that much, honestly. He keeps to himself most of the time, and he obviously doesn't seem to trust me much." Harvey didn't even think he'd given the man much reason to be so paranoid, but he wasn't going to get into that now. "I guess that's how inspectors are," he said half jokingly.

If Dent made a habit of standing around while all his acquaintances grappled with Zombis, Indy could see how Lunge might be reluctant to trust him. Again, though, the thought seemed like an undiplomatic one to voice. "I guess," he echoed. "Although his 'colleague' has more aliases than a fake passport workshop, so maybe he's just got odd taste in friends."

These woods still bothered him, even more now that he knew what was farther in. A foolish, superstitious feeling, but Indy'd learned a long time ago that it was a good idea to listen to his instincts on this kind of thing.

"There's a plant you should watch out for," he cautioned, now that the information was immediately relevant. "Long stalks, fronds, red flowers. Don't step anywhere near it." Indy reached a gloved hand into his jacket pocket, where the scalpel was still nestled. Should've thought to bring an extra in case he ran into anyone; he knew this place had a way of throwing people together at night. Hopefully the difference wouldn't matter.

It was hard to justify why Lunge would be comfortable working with someone who wouldn't even give up his real name, but Harvey didn't bother trying to puzzle it out. His roommate had been nothing more than an annoyance since he'd replaced Godot, and so Harvey wasn't going to waste his time trying to figure out how he worked.

Hearing about some sort of dangerous plant immediately put Harvey on edge, and he started to move his flashlight around with even more frequency as he kept an eye out for anything red. He noted the scalpel that Jones pulled out from his jacket and realized that the pipe he had would probably be useless against killer foliage. Still, he doubted those syringes he'd picked up the night before would have been much better. The gun was a toss-up.

"What does it do?" he asked, tone strained. He knew that he wasn't going to like the answer, but he might as well be ready for it if it turned out that there was no avoiding the things.

"Grabs on," Indy said shortly. "And pulls. It feels like a snake." He couldn't keep the revulsion out of his voice. He hadn't forgotten the visceral stab of panic he'd felt when that thing had grabbed his leg, and he wasn't eager to experience it again, even if he knew what the threat was now.

Good thing it was so cold. If there were any snakes in these woods, they were probably underground, or wherever they went at night. Indy didn't give a damn as long as it was out of his way.

Despite the uneven terrain, he had the sense they were moving at a fairly decent clip. Having a better idea of where they were headed helped. Assuming one of them didn't fall or get attacked by the local wildlife, Indy figured they had a good chance of making it out to the site before the night ended.

Comparing a plant to a snake didn't really compute in Harvey's mind, but he realized that it wasn't supposed to be a normal plant. If all the other monsters were drastically different here, then it would make sense that it applied to the flora as well. All Harvey knew was that he'd rather not experience an attack from one of the things firsthand.

"Well, let me know if you see any red," he said stiffly. He knew that his vision wasn't as good as it used to be; the dark and fog wasn't helping that. If they had any chance of steering away from the killer plants, then he'd like to take advantage of it.

There was always the chance that something totally benign would trip them up, though, and that was exactly what happened when Harvey stumbled over a tree root. He managed to keep his balance, but the scowl on his face after the fact was something to be reckoned with. "Are we almost there?" he asked harshly. He sure as hell hoped so.

Indy nodded distractedly as he tested out a hollow with the weight of one foot before stepping into it. They were so fixated on the ground that a flesh-eating lab rat could be lumbering along right on their heels and they wouldn't figure it out until they were participating in a hands-on study of the digestive tract. He slowed to look around them: more trees, more fog, more ruts and roots in the ground, and--were those trees thinning out up ahead?

Dent's whining was exactly the kind of trait Indy was least fond of in a traveling companion (besides betrayal and/or Naziism), but at least he wouldn't have to endure it for long. "I think so," Indy said. "Look up ahead, where that clearing is. You'll probably see what's left of the road before you see the buildings."

The thought brought with it a surge of renewed energy, even excitement, despite Indy's general wariness about the area. There was just something about starting to explore. Indy's pace quickened.

Having someplace to focus on helped a lot, even though Harvey kept having to glance down and make sure there weren't other things he might stumble over. He just plain wasn't used to roughing it like this, and he was sure that it showed. Still, Jones had been the one who had asked him along, so it wasn't like he could get annoyed by it now.

Harvey would have to remember to take a coat with him in the future. He kept telling himself that and then ended up leaving without it anyway. It wasn't like him, but something about the lights going off made him want to move. It probably had something to do with not wanting to waste time.

As they picked up their pace (and Harvey made sure to keep stride with the other man), he started to see structures forming in the distance ahead of them. "Look," he said, to make sure that Jones caught it too. All things considered, the man had been a pretty good navigator. It was a real shock that he'd been able to find this place to begin with. Almost seemed like it was planned somehow, but... that couldn't be right.

Indy was looking. "Yeah," he said quietly, glad they'd made it. The care he'd taken in picking out the right route underscored how lucky--if that was the word--they'd been to find it the first time.

It wasn't much farther until they hit what was left of the road, and Indy led the way into the ruined town.

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The terrain was just as thick as Momo remembered it. She traveled slow, carefully, as she knew a twisted ankle would leave her in a bind being she'd chosen to spend the night alone. Hopefully, the Konoha ninja would get their act together so they could resume what they had started with the shinigami. Otherwise, Momo may have to find another group to test out.

Faintly, she could hear others moving through the area, but she didn't spend any time actually looking for them. Still, it was nice to know there were others around somewhere that probably didn't want to eat her.

Ah, there was the stream. Hopping from rock to rock, Momo crossed the water.

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Taking into account her love of stalking, Aidou didn’t think his leading would raise dissent. He was still a vampire, and apparently the only one out of the two of them to have ventured this far out.

He was swift in picking his way in the direction of the stream, though he was gauging Anise to see how well she was keeping up. The last thing he needed was her to spill blood close by him, however. As they came to the corner of the building, Aidou left the wall behind him entirely, and began to trek toward the trees.

“There’s a forest in this direction. The ruins of a town sit on its edge; I’ve been there once before. I’d rather have gone alone, because most interesting things are also extremely dangerous, you know.” Aidou’s voice was soft and low, mindful of the intent ears that could be waiting in the wilderness, but he couldn’t help but place a subtle amount of emphasis on the word ‘alone’. No matter what she said, or what he said, the fact remained that Anise could possibly get seriously injured. He didn’t think she could take a sword through the chest as well as he could.

The vampire paused once, thinking he’d seen something, and on a close inspection, realized under the sound of the stream, there was the faintest sound of voices, feet scraping on dirt. “Ah, but it seems we’re not the only ones out here.” That was… good, actually. If the others were attacked, it’d be good cover.

So he just didn't want her around at night? He was saying it was because it was dangerous, but Anise had to wonder if maybe he just felt she was getting in the way. While it was getting obvious that Aidou wasn't the average lazy noble, he was seriously underestimating Anise.

"Well, if it's dangerous, then it's a good thing you've got the Oracle Knights' youngest elite on your side!" she boasted in a playful tone. "And the cutest." She was by far the cutest.

Anise's outward attitude was about the only bright and cheery thing to be found for miles, it seemed. In the darkness, everything just looked black and gray, and the mist that spread over the area was more than a little unsettling. Anise wasn't going to let the atmosphere get to her, though. Staying positive was important!

"Wait, there's a town?" That close to here? It was hard to believe. After hearing that, Anise was more curious than ever. "So, what was there?"

When Aidou stopped, Anise did too. She could barely hear what he was listening to, but it did seem like there was something out there. "You're sure it's people?" she asked him cautiously. Whether he felt sure or not, she was going to stay alert and on guard, though. She was pretty sure there were some monsters that seemed a lot like people.

And some people who seemed a lot more like monsters.

Oh, goodie. How reassured I am, came the sarcastic thought. But the comment didn’t go further than his own mind, because he just didn’t care anymore; it wasn’t worth trying to make a point. He didn’t even know what an Oracle Knight was supposed to be, but it couldn’t be worth the trouble. What mattered was that he wasn’t going to be making a habit of ‘teaming up’, and that was that.

Besides, this place just didn’t invite conversation.

The vampire began to move faster still, skipping over treacherous shards of rock and the clutching hands of tree roots. “Fairly sure. They’re moving the same way we are.” That ‘we’ was tenuous at best, and he hoped Anise didn’t forget it. If, on the chance they were other prisoners who had similar destinations in mind, as well as direction, Aidou saw the opportunity to perhaps rid himself of the girl along with any… crises of conscience… in Anise being left to fend entirely for herself. He’d keep it in mind.

“To your other question: the remains of one,” Aidou answered. Her incredulity was to be expected if she’d never heard about the discovery before now, but he had said this was his business. His main priority was investigating more about said town, not introducing Anise to it. “I haven’t seen the whole of it yet. There are mostly only remnants left.”

He already said they were ruins. Didn't he have any more to say about it than that? Getting information out of Aidou was like pulling teeth sometimes.

Then again, maybe he'd really only seen so little of it that there wasn't anything more he could say about it. It was hard to say. Either way, Anise wanted to see for herself what was ahead!

The ground was cold and hard under Anise's slipper-covered feet, and as they drew closer to the woods, the number of lumps and roots underfoot grew to the point where there was just no way to step around them all. Rough weeds scratched at her ankles, but Anise tried to ignore it. She was determined not to be left behind.

The woods looked completely dark, with the cover of trees blocking out a good portion of what little natural light there was to work with. Occasionally, some of the silhouettes ahead would tremble and rustle in the breeze, causing Anise to shoot a cautious look wherever she noticed the movement, worried that there might be more than just greenery out there.

"Are you sure we aren't just going to get lost in there?" she asked, sounding a little doubtful. It didn't seem likely that Aidou could see much more than she could. How could he know where to go, with no visible landmarks? No visible anything? "How come you didn't bring your flashlight for this, anyway?"

They were coming up on the bank of the stream, and Aidou had to pitch his voice just a bit higher over the running water to answer her. It made him think that had he been with another vampire, he wouldn’t have had to, but… Fruitless thoughts, those.

“Lost in where? The forest? I’m not going into the bulk of it.” Not that he didn’t understand her concern. Hell, it was more normal than half of the carefree behavior Anise exhibited, given her position. But he also couldn’t help but inwardly scoff at the solution Landel had so unintentionally provided to the problem of getting lost somewhere. With how unreliable nightshifts could be and how suddenly they could end, they’d more likely wake up in their beds before they wound up in any navigational trouble. Even if there was danger to be found in the near future, Aidou would still rather take wandering around in this hellish landscape than not.

Of course, that brought up the question of why Aidou wasn’t as worried about losing his way, or how he accomplished half of what he did. One of the many reasons he didn’t desire company. They could see too much, exactly the dilemma he’d run into with Naruto. He wasn’t acting too far out of the spectrum of normal (or unbelievable, depending on one’s perspective on the prisoners’ range of abilities) now, but…

That could change. He didn’t necessarily have to want it to.

“Besides, I was careful to remember my way. The position of the moon makes it easier.” Aidou had come to see the value in bending his lies and his truths--he didn’t have to have a choice in that, either. But Anise also seemed like she’d be a particularly nosy type, too. That meant non-answers probably wouldn’t work. “I broke my flashlight, so I couldn’t bring it even if I wanted to. What’s your excuse?”

That was a relief to hear. Anise was pretty sure they'd be sitting ducks if they wandered in there with no light. Even in a normal forest, that'd be pretty reckless.

The position of the moon? That sounded kind of fishy. Anise had heard of people using celestial bodies to navigate, but doing it with the moon seemed kind of hard. Either Aidou was making things up, or he was one hell of an outdoorsman... which didn't quite mesh with her image of him as a rich student. Maybe rich students on Earth had lots of outdoor hobbies, like hiking and stuff? Anise wondered.

When Aidou explained his flashlight's absence, Anise's eyes widened in surprise. "Huh? Really? Mine broke too." Did that happen a lot? Maybe Landel was too cheap to buy devices that could last more than a couple weeks.

He took her silence as enough of a victory to not press the subject further, and said nothing until she mentioned her flashlight. He could hear the undertone of wonder in her voice. Well, it was the most believable lie Aidou could tell: flashlights would be one of the most valuable items to the diurnal prisoners, ergo the first thing to go if someone happened to lose it, drop it, or destroy it. On the flip side, replacing them was a relatively simple thing.

The vampire didn’t turn completely, but he did shift his right side toward her, speaking in her direction. “A flashlight wouldn’t do for hitting a monster as well as that thing you’re carrying,” he said from over his shoulder. His words were blithe and teasing.

And now for what was actually important.

Aidou came to a stop a step away from the stream bed, eyes on the dark water. “How are you going to cross?” In his own way, it was a bit of a challenge, because he wouldn’t have a problem crossing the small branch of river. Anise, on the other hand, would no doubt need a different method. He was curious if she was going to try and stay dry.

As they walked, Anise was distracted momentarily by the sound of running water. Was there a stream nearby? Her question was answered before long. She stopped when Aidou did, looking down at the dark water with its shimmering ripples reflecting the sky's light. The uneven surface suggested that it wasn't very deep. That was great and all, since it meant they could wade through if they needed to, but Anise's feet were already cold enough without dipping them in chilly water.

How was she going to cross? Anise couldn't help but give Aidou an incredulous look, though she expected that it wouldn't be clearly visible in the darkness.

"Um, don't you mean 'how are we going to cross'?"

It was almost hard to believe that now she was wearing that sort of expression, after everything she’d already knowingly done--and unknowingly done, too. This was one of the many examples of how giving lenience to tagalongs was a bad idea.

Again, the vampire considered her state of dress, and the fact that she wasn’t half as resilient to the cold as someone whose natural affinity was for ice.

With his eyes on Anise, he said, “There are rocks.” Aidou pointed to a spot in the mist behind him where the running water’s music was slightly out of tune, a jut of stone protruding from the surface of the water. “I’ll use them to jump across; I have before. You, on the other hand, might find that too difficult. You are in slippers.” There was wryness behind the words. She was also just a human. Even if she’d been undergoing training that could maximize her physical potential, she was only a girl, too, meaning any hypothetical training had to be incomplete or barely begun.

The sense of knowing he was right was tempered by the distant awareness that for her own health, Anise would be unwise to risk the low temperatures.

Rocks? Anise stepped a little closer to the bank and looked closely. Aidou was right; there were rocks. It took some squinting to see them protruding through the water's surface, but they were there. Hmph. So Aidou was confident that he could cross like that? And that she couldn't?

Anise studied the water for a few moments. "Hmm... I've done worse." In slippers. Over a pit of lava. With fireballs shooting at her.

Remembering the elemental rooms from a few nights before suddenly made Anise glad she was never going to see them again. This kind of risk was nothing compared to there. And this level of coldness didn't compare, either. Sure, Anise would be freezing if she ended up getting wet, but if she'd already been through worse, it'd just be shameful if she gave up without trying here!

There was the option of wading through, but Anise didn't have anything to dry her feet off after, which meant being cold and wet for the rest of the trek. She was going to avoid that if she could.

Her mind made up, Anise took a few steps back to give herself a running start, then leapt onto the widest stone visible to her. Fortunately, Anise was light and had fairly good balance, so she succeeded in that effort. Once she was on it, though, she realized things were going to get a bit tougher. The smooth stone was slippery, and she needed to push off of it to get to the next one. For a moment, Anise stood there, trying to decide her next move. It was still a little hard to see the rocks ahead, so it was hard to tell which were safer to aim for. Anise didn't want to get careless and miss a jump after Aidou already warned her against trying.

Night 46: Outside the Institute - East

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