> 6th [Accidental Voice]
[The journal's been knocked aside, clicking on in time to record sounds of a struggle.]
Rrrrgh, stop it! Let me go, kay?!
[A slam, a short surprised squeak, then silence. Anyone who comes running into Lymle's room will find the some parts of the walls scorched (and one cracked part of a wall with traces of blood on it) and papers scattered all over the floor.]
Rrrrgh, stop it! Let me go, kay?!
[A slam, a short surprised squeak, then silence. Anyone who comes running into Lymle's room will find the some parts of the walls scorched (and one cracked part of a wall with traces of blood on it) and papers scattered all over the floor.]