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Night 47: Kitchen
[From here.]
The kitchen came off as eerie as always.
Nigredo halted his breathing, eyes and ears straining for possible signs. Nothing registered, nothing beyond two intruders and pale moonlight on ceramic and tile. He drew out a long, quiet sigh, internally pushing out the memories that arose.
"I hate this place," he whispered to no one in particular.
The kitchen came off as eerie as always.
Nigredo halted his breathing, eyes and ears straining for possible signs. Nothing registered, nothing beyond two intruders and pale moonlight on ceramic and tile. He drew out a long, quiet sigh, internally pushing out the memories that arose.
"I hate this place," he whispered to no one in particular.