Nightshift 21: Room M4
Why do I get the feeling that they're both toying with us? Cliff leaned against his door frame, waiting. The Radio had abruptly cut off moments before, just more riddles despite its claims to the contrary. It wasn't that starting of a conclusion. The guy on the intercom wasn't really trying to convince them that they were all crazy. The place just wasn't designed for that. No, this was all about messing with them like some metrosexual little sociopath playing house with barbie dolls.
Er. Well. The metaphor needed some work.
Even while he waited for Yohji, he was searching for a couple of other familiar faces. He didn't know where Fayt's room was, only that it was likely somewhere in one of these corridors. But where? Had he been one of those names that came across the intercom? Cliff sighed, rolling his knuckles against the wall impatiently. He'd find out soon enough.
Er. Well. The metaphor needed some work.
Even while he waited for Yohji, he was searching for a couple of other familiar faces. He didn't know where Fayt's room was, only that it was likely somewhere in one of these corridors. But where? Had he been one of those names that came across the intercom? Cliff sighed, rolling his knuckles against the wall impatiently. He'd find out soon enough.