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♥ v2

A cold, delicate hand grabs yours and pulls. It pulls, and it pulls... there's a sense of urgency in this icy grasp, as well as a trace of reluctance. Abruptly the hand let's go, right as your vision fades to black, and for a brief moment, only a brief moment, your senses disappear. There's only the eerie sensation of weightlessness before your feet are settled back on solid ground again.

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[Need help?]

[ maybe a little. trying not to cause any structural damage! ]

You force the door open, knocking whatever was in the way out of the way! Success.

[ what WAS in the way, checking that out ]

A shovel. The long, wooden part of it is now snapped into two pieces. Come to think of it, the exterior doorknobs are the elegant type that look like handles.

[ ... observing it ]

... Oops. That could have been useful.

Janta looks over at the remains of the shovel.

"Did you need a shovel?"

By the way, the outdoors are brilliant and vivid. The color is surprisingly rich, despite the fog.