Night 37: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor
When the door to the cell she'd been put in for the last however many hours clicked open, Falis quickly rolled onto her feet. Unfortunately, there was a lingering effect of the poison the vultures had put into her, so she almost tipped over before catching herself. Ever watchful, she stepped out of her cell and looked around the hallway she was in.
Pitch black.
Falis had no idea where she was aside from being on the second floor. She remembered going up stairs, but that was it. She needed to find her way back down to the rooms on the first floor. Hokuto... checking on Hokuto was her top priority, getting armed the second.
She suddenly ran into a wall with a grunt. Oh, this was going to be a whole fucking barrel of fun in the dark. It was alright, though, because she was a hunter. Narrowing her eyes, Falis forced herself to focus past the remaining fog in her brain.
It was time to hunt.
[to here]
Pitch black.
Falis had no idea where she was aside from being on the second floor. She remembered going up stairs, but that was it. She needed to find her way back down to the rooms on the first floor. Hokuto... checking on Hokuto was her top priority, getting armed the second.
She suddenly ran into a wall with a grunt. Oh, this was going to be a whole fucking barrel of fun in the dark. It was alright, though, because she was a hunter. Narrowing her eyes, Falis forced herself to focus past the remaining fog in her brain.
It was time to hunt.
[to here]