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As Claude waited for the others to get inside, he glanced further down the hallway. He didn't hear or see anything up ahead, but that didn't necessarily mean much. Interestingly, there seemed to be lit candles, sort of like the ones in the previous room, along the stone walls. It was nice to be able to see without having to rely on a flashlight for a change.
But the view wasn't necessarily a comforting one. The tapestries, with their depictions of violence and war, were a strange choice in decor. "I'm not sure what's beyond here, but we should stick together and be careful," he spoke up, perhaps unnecessarily. Still, it felt nice to hear someone say something in such an eerie place, even if it was just his own voice.
It was at that moment he let go of the door. The click of the lock shutting behind them echoed down the dimly lit hallway, and Claude wasn't sure what was creepier -- the sound itself, or the fact that they might not have such an easy time getting out if they needed to escape.