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HOTEL LEX - FLOOR 3 (15/?)
🕑 Added 2025-10-16 00:57:30 +0000 UTC
You walk out of the tent and brace yourself. Nothing happens. You open your eyes and look up at the sky still painted with clouds. The feeling of dread fills you and you hurry off. At this point, things seem to start warping your senses. You look around and the number of tents seem almost to have doubled. Instead of all uniform sizes, they stretch and squash in different directions. The lights that were once warm is now shifting into a sickening green. You look around and much fewer people are hustling and bustling. The loud voices now murmurs and whispers.
You walk with the guidance of your pocketwatch and in your haste, accidentally bump into a hooded figure and nearly knock them over. You catch them before they do and they steady themselves. Not trying to draw attention to yourself, you hurriedly apologize. The figure turns around to look at you and you stifle a cry.
Instead of coming face to face with someone, you find... something. You watch as the light shimmers across a mask of sorts. It has no eyes, mouth, or nose upon its featureless face. A hand reaches out from beneath the cloak, it's paw misshapen and puffy. You quickly step back, not allowing the figure to touch you. As you quickly turn to leave, a couple more hood figures descend onto you.
> Cry for help.
> Try to run past.
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Comments
Devlin Skunk
Opening my mouth seems like a good way to get my muzzle rubberized. Probably shouldn't call for help, huh?
Alex V.
Who would even come to help? However, how difficult would it be to run past?
