Night 29: M111-M120 Hall
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Ken was used to strange nightly transitions, but even he had to admit, it was never up to this caliber. The Dark Hour was one thing; Landel's was entirely another. Certainly, the power outages were the same, but he couldn't recall a time a voice announced its arrival as well. There was occasionally Fuuka, of course, but she only spoke in a melodic tone and kind words. None of the harsh, grating threats he heard tonight.
Still, the aggressive words and the click of the door's lock did little to sway Ken's sensibilities (though her last words caused his heart to skip a beat), and the boy remained partly unconvinced. There was definitely something wrong with hospital--oh, no doubt now--but the monster issue was still worth skepticism. An outside investigation was his only option.
He hadn't forgotten Argilla's warning, however, and Ken began to prepare himself in case a dangerous threat was waiting for him that night. The boy briefly scoured the room for a makeshift weapon, finding a working flashlight after a five-minute search. It had a fairly good beam (not that Nemesis didn't already provide well-enough night vision), and it seemed durable. The range was nothing compared to his naginata, but it would have to do.
Flashlight armed and ready, the boy stepped out into the hallway and began to make his way down. He needed to find someone, anyone.
[To here.]
Ken was used to strange nightly transitions, but even he had to admit, it was never up to this caliber. The Dark Hour was one thing; Landel's was entirely another. Certainly, the power outages were the same, but he couldn't recall a time a voice announced its arrival as well. There was occasionally Fuuka, of course, but she only spoke in a melodic tone and kind words. None of the harsh, grating threats he heard tonight.
Still, the aggressive words and the click of the door's lock did little to sway Ken's sensibilities (though her last words caused his heart to skip a beat), and the boy remained partly unconvinced. There was definitely something wrong with hospital--oh, no doubt now--but the monster issue was still worth skepticism. An outside investigation was his only option.
He hadn't forgotten Argilla's warning, however, and Ken began to prepare himself in case a dangerous threat was waiting for him that night. The boy briefly scoured the room for a makeshift weapon, finding a working flashlight after a five-minute search. It had a fairly good beam (not that Nemesis didn't already provide well-enough night vision), and it seemed durable. The range was nothing compared to his naginata, but it would have to do.
Flashlight armed and ready, the boy stepped out into the hallway and began to make his way down. He needed to find someone, anyone.
[To here.]