♥ v2

[screwthatnoise]

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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Re: entry

[autorejoin]

[ He snorts. ]

You're not interested in helping anyone but yourself.

[ But he pauses at that feeling in his stomach, frowning. He looks around, trying to assess what's going on. ]

Re: entry

[screwthatnoise]

"Is that so~"

Whatever door was aligned against the wall disappears when you look right at it. It's only when they're in the corner of your vision can you see them...


"A little further down the hall, if you will~"

Re: entry

[autorejoin]

[ He walks further down the hall, slowly and warily. ]

Re: entry

[screwthatnoise]

Your foot steps into water. And from that water, you hear whispers.

But to your left, you'll see a door, a door that stays when you actually look at it. Imagine that!

Above it is a sign that reads ｢TRAUMA CENTER｣.

Re: entry

[autorejoin]

....I've got a bad feeling about this...

[ But he's heading into the Trauma Center! ]

Re: entry

[screwthatnoise]

You enter the room!

Contrary to the description, someone's waiting for you. A figure in a hooded, red cloak is staring you down with a grim expression—or it would seem like she was staring you down, if you could see her eyes.