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Finally reaching the top of the steps, Sho's velocity at last hit 0. Panting for breath, he set down the sheet full of thing he'd brought from his room. If this little jaunt was any indication, he'd have to recalculate his stamina and other physical statistics; either that or he was just out of shape. He hadn't done a lot of honest to goodness running the past few weeks, after all.
Slumping against the wall, he waved his flashlight around at the darkness as he caught his breath. Catching sight of the hallway he needed, he closed his eyes and just let his bloodstream carry the necessary oxygen to his muscles to ease the lactic acid buildup. Just a pause, and then he'd be gone in t-minus 10, 9, 8...
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