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He wasn't sure what it was he was expecting to see, but it certainly wasn't this. Looking around, it just seemed to be a long hallway filled with doors of an unidentifiable nature. The way the rooms were arranged, however, so many and so close and... There was no doubt in his mind. He'd been to Central Prison enough to recognize a setup like this instantly. Cells. Little rooms to keep the "troublemakers" in check. Only these weren't prisoners that were likely behind these doors.
"Kristoph!!" Screw subtlety. If there was anyone in here, they likely knew he was there already. Like there weren't security cameras in this place. No answer came back. The name only reverberated flatly, which just drove in that sense of isolation even more. He ran to the first door and tried to pull it open. Locked. Klavier hit the door with his pipe, trying to get the attention of whoever may be inside. "Hey! Can you hear me?!"
Nothing but silence greeted him. He exhaled sharply but ran to the next door.
"Kristoph!"
Next door.
"Anyone!!"
Next one.
"Can anyone hear me?!"