Nightshift 22: F1
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F1. Lust had said that was her room. He was curious to see if it really was her. Most likely; she had the same handwriting, but this was a place of deception, or so he was lead to believe. As long as it wasn't another one of the patients with a grudge who did a damned good imitation of lust, which frankly was unlikely, as none of those he knew were here had actually been closely acquainted with her, waiting to ambush him, he'd probably be alright. Still, he didn't wait for a response between knocking on the door and opening it.
He knew Lust wouldn't mind.
F1. Lust had said that was her room. He was curious to see if it really was her. Most likely; she had the same handwriting, but this was a place of deception, or so he was lead to believe. As long as it wasn't another one of the patients with a grudge who did a damned good imitation of lust, which frankly was unlikely, as none of those he knew were here had actually been closely acquainted with her, waiting to ambush him, he'd probably be alright. Still, he didn't wait for a response between knocking on the door and opening it.
He knew Lust wouldn't mind.