♥ 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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Comments

Re: ...?

[pchaaair]

[BACK TO THE BALLROOM WE GO

ty for holding my hand btw coping it helps a lot]

Re: ...?

[screwthatnoise]

u r welcome.

Coping guides you to the back of the room. There's no sound from Nurse Echo, or Janta for that matter.

There's the rustling of cloth, the clicking of a key and a doorknob, and finally the squeaking of a door opening. You're swept over with a cold Breeze.

"You will have to go up the ladder."

Re: ...?

[pchaaair]

[... cold breeze...]

Okay.

[... grabbing the ladder, and then hauling himself up? THIS IS REALLY HARD WITH THE MILLION INJURIES HE HAS FTR]

Re: ...?

[screwthatnoise]

N-n-not that kind of breeze...!!

It might take you a bit. Especially with those injuries, but eventually you reach the area True Heart is.