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Managing to maneuver through the hallways without any disturbances brought much relief in the youth, finally making his way towards his intended destination after several minutes of walking. With Gabranth at his side he was able to reach for the knob without hesitance, twisting the object before pushing it forward, opening the path that lead outside.
However, something was not right.
From the moment the door opened Larsa could smell the stench of blood poor inside, gasping out before holding his hand over his mouth. He could make out the red moon that loomed high above them, coloring the patio with the same shade. The child had never seen such a thing occur in the Institute since he arrived, and he could feel anxiousness welling up in him as he took a step back.
"What...?"