Night 44: Men's Bathrooms (M81-M120)
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Setsuna swept his flashlight across the bathroom twice, on the lookout for monsters hiding in the dark that would need to be eliminated. However, seeing none, he stepped in deeper into the room, searching for an object that could possibly break one of the mirrors.
His eyes drifted to the hand-dryers positioned near the counter. Without contemplating on it further, he quickly walked towards them and grabbed hold of one, then positioned himself in front of one of the mirrors. He set his flashlight down on the next counter, then held the hand-dryer with both hands and swung it at the mirror.
A loud bang echoed throughout the empty bathroom, followed by the sound of the mirror cracking. He frowned; it required more power. He raised the hand-dryer one more time and targeted the crack, swinging the hand-dryer with all the force he could muster.
There was a deafening crash as bits and fragments of the mirror burst forward, some pieces slicing through Setsuna's arms and drawing blood. He winced and gritted his teeth, ignoring the stinging feeling as he grabbed his flashlight and surveyed the broken fragments on the ground, the light occasionally hitting a larger piece and reflecting light onto the blue and white walls.
He gathered some paper towels and picked up the larger pieces of mirror. There were around six of them, enough to last until such time that he found a more sufficient weapon. He wrapped the fragments in the paper towel and tucked them inside his pocket. The rest of the towels he used for wiping the blood off his arms.
Without lingering any further, he left the bathroom and headed to his next destination: Feldt Grace's room.
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Setsuna swept his flashlight across the bathroom twice, on the lookout for monsters hiding in the dark that would need to be eliminated. However, seeing none, he stepped in deeper into the room, searching for an object that could possibly break one of the mirrors.
His eyes drifted to the hand-dryers positioned near the counter. Without contemplating on it further, he quickly walked towards them and grabbed hold of one, then positioned himself in front of one of the mirrors. He set his flashlight down on the next counter, then held the hand-dryer with both hands and swung it at the mirror.
A loud bang echoed throughout the empty bathroom, followed by the sound of the mirror cracking. He frowned; it required more power. He raised the hand-dryer one more time and targeted the crack, swinging the hand-dryer with all the force he could muster.
There was a deafening crash as bits and fragments of the mirror burst forward, some pieces slicing through Setsuna's arms and drawing blood. He winced and gritted his teeth, ignoring the stinging feeling as he grabbed his flashlight and surveyed the broken fragments on the ground, the light occasionally hitting a larger piece and reflecting light onto the blue and white walls.
He gathered some paper towels and picked up the larger pieces of mirror. There were around six of them, enough to last until such time that he found a more sufficient weapon. He wrapped the fragments in the paper towel and tucked them inside his pocket. The rest of the towels he used for wiping the blood off his arms.
Without lingering any further, he left the bathroom and headed to his next destination: Feldt Grace's room.
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