for_a_song
in
damned
Night 58: Disciplinary Therapy Corridor
[From here.]
Gren stepped into the dark corridor, sweeping his flashlight around to illuminate the hall. He'd made enough noise opening the door that there wasn't much point in stealth, and he'd prefer to know if there was something lurking around sooner, rather than later.
Nothing immediately presented itself, however, for which he was grateful. All he saw was a long line of doors along the walls. Great. Lots of places for things to hide.
Gren stepped into the dark corridor, sweeping his flashlight around to illuminate the hall. He'd made enough noise opening the door that there wasn't much point in stealth, and he'd prefer to know if there was something lurking around sooner, rather than later.
Nothing immediately presented itself, however, for which he was grateful. All he saw was a long line of doors along the walls. Great. Lots of places for things to hide.