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Ludwig had... not anticipated anything like this. The instant after he and John broke through the door, a rush of cool air met them. The room was frigid, and as Ludwig led the way in, he knew exactly where they were. Weighing stations, beds, tables... and worst of all, those refrigerated cabinets in the walls. This was a morgue, and it wasn't just the cold that sent a shiver down his spine. After the previous night... well, places like this brought back bad memories. Very, very bad memories.
For now, however, he let his flashlight shine on all of those fixtures, slowly walking deeper into the room. It seemed like there were no bodies or anyone around. That was good. After the monsters in the hallway, Ludwig was concerned about running into more of them.
"It seems empty," he whispered, and yet his voice still seemed so deafening in the echoing room. And after the events of the previous night, well... he didn't like how those shadows almost seemed to shift whenever he didn't have his eye on them.