Night 41: M51-60 Hallway

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Recluse had used his uneventful dinner as time to hammer out and sharpen a new blade for Scourge, and do maintenance on the rest of his own weapons, then changing into his black Arachnos officer's uniform, ready for the night. Then, it had simply been a matter of waiting, impatiently as always, for the doors to unlock

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M54

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Lenny sat up, having been dozing at his desk until the intercom clicked on and someone started talking from the other side. He rubbed his eyes, not realizing he'd been so tired before. Half-eaten food, probably mine, he thought, eyeing the tray on his desk. He pushed his chair back and stood, giving himself a good stretch before examining the room.

Two beds- doesn't look like a hotel. White walls, sanitary smell- hospital? He felt his chest and arms oddly, looking over himself. I don't feel hurt. As he looked tried to look over his shoulder to his back, he noticed a journal sitting on the edge of the desk. It wasn't the journal itself that caught his eye so much as the note on the front:

LEONARD, READ THIS

My writing. He picked up the journal and thumbed through the first few pages, reading over the writings quickly. An institution. Great. And my camera is gone. He continued flipping through the notebook, finding maps with scribbles and markings of various locations. At least it seems I've found someone to help me get it back. Looks like I'm supposed to meet him in some sort of a Main Hallway. He eyed the map- he hadn't marked this specific hallway, but surely it couldn't be hard to find. It was the main hallway, after all.

He looked around, wondering what time it was. No windows, no clock. He opened the door to his room, surprised by the darkness of the hallway. Nighttime, I'm guessing. Strange that they turn off the lights like this. No nurses in sight. Not even other patients. He looked back into the room, thinking something was very unnerving about this situation.

A flashlight also sat on the desk. Looks like I prepared already, he thought with a smile. At least I'm doing something right. Let's just hope I can spot this guy from a description alone. With his flashlight in one hand and his journal turned to his map in the other, he headed out the door into the darkened hallway, unaware of what dangers may be lurking around every corner.

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