[As the feed starts, everything's pitch black. The only thing coming through is the faint scuffling of footsteps and an occasional, shuddering breath.]
It smells... like blood...
[After a moment more of silence, he seems to have found something to turn on a dim, grimy, half-broken chandelier. A dull light blankets the room and reveals walls caked
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---nji?
[ooc: As if on cue. :| "I'd recognize that 'EVERYTHING I CARE ABOUT IS DYING' panicking anywhere :D!" ]
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[More scuffling as he stumbles backward a little]
N-no!
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...Shin..ji? Are you...there..?
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