You hop into the basement, mistaking it as a bathroom. A scream can't escape your mouth as the corpses stare at you. Some rotten, some fresh. You can barely catch a breath. Some of the corpses are frozen in a screaming position, others a pleading look on their face. Your breath gets shaky. That's when you hear Kaben's familiar dainty, light footsteps from the corridor and feel a hand around your mouth and cloth on your face. He speaks in a soothing, soft voice he rarely uses on you.
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09/05/2025