Night 57: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor
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Niikura edged around the corner into the corridor proper, heart suddenly beating faster than ever. And yet there was no one. The hall was a little eerie in that way...but honestly, what had he been expecting to see? Writhing bodies? A mini boss? In some ways, just seeing nothing was worse, because now he'd hit a dead end.
He tried the nearest door. It was locked, as he'd expected, but he could tell that this one wouldn't be as easy of a job as the one just outside. They were probably stuck in here. So where the hell was Mike...?
"Hey, think ya could break that one too?" he asked softly, glancing back at Sesshoumaru and nodding in the direction of the first door. It was a long shot- good luck didn't always strike twice- but Sesshoumaru wasn't a normal person, so maybe...
Niikura edged around the corner into the corridor proper, heart suddenly beating faster than ever. And yet there was no one. The hall was a little eerie in that way...but honestly, what had he been expecting to see? Writhing bodies? A mini boss? In some ways, just seeing nothing was worse, because now he'd hit a dead end.
He tried the nearest door. It was locked, as he'd expected, but he could tell that this one wouldn't be as easy of a job as the one just outside. They were probably stuck in here. So where the hell was Mike...?
"Hey, think ya could break that one too?" he asked softly, glancing back at Sesshoumaru and nodding in the direction of the first door. It was a long shot- good luck didn't always strike twice- but Sesshoumaru wasn't a normal person, so maybe...