>>5225570A low, rumbling laugh reverberates throughout the room. “I don’t think so… I know you, Stanley–you won’t follow me into the sewers. And powerful though you may be, Sybil, you’re still human…”
Syb responds by firing another volley of <span class="mu-b">ARCANE BOLTS</span> into the steam cloud! “Don’t listen to him, Stan–he’s trying to bait us.”
“Am I now?” croons the voice. “Or perhaps I’ve already left and this is one last distraction…”
“It’s not.” Sybil snaps. “He’s in here, Stan–I can <span class="mu-i">smell</span> it.”
“Then you can no doubt smell something else as well.” Replies the killer in a bemused tone. Yep, you nod, <span class="mu-i">CINNAMON.</span> You <span class="mu-i">really</span> gotta figure out what happened to you back on that boat…
“Wait…” Syb interrupts as she takes a few whiffs of the air. “It’s… gas?”
“Astute as always.” Replies the killer, voice drawing closer to the sewer sign below. “I imagine you’re feeling rather light headed by now–and don’t worry, Stanley: I took your, erm, <span class="mu-i">tolerance</span>, into account.”
The boiler pipes below creak. “It’s too late, I’m afraid–you and your friends will be taking a nice, long nap by the time I’m gone. Don’t worry though–I’ll come back for you.”
You and Syb exchange a look of terror as the reality sets in–shit, you think, how could you not notice?! Reaching for your <span class="mu-g">SEA CLOAK,</span> you slow down a bit as you and Sybil come to a similar conclusion:
You uh… you don’t feel very tired, actually.
“W-wha?” The voice asks from the fog below. “Don’t try to trick me, Stanley, I-”
Nah, you mutter, shaking your head, you feel pretty normal, actually. Kinda hungry, but… yea.
An awkward silence permeates the room for a while before the voice speaks up again.
“Damn that girl… well played, Stanley–I’ll have to remember to repay your friend in full when I hunt her down next…” Slowly regaining his original bravado’ the killer’s voice pops up again from another corner of the room. “In that case, I suppose it’s time for <span class="mu-i">drastic</span> measures…”
A singular ‘<span class="mu-i">beep</span>’ rings across the room before the whole building <span class="mu-i">QUAKES</span> under a series of booms above! Losing your balance, both you and Sybil tumble down into the steam cloud as chunks of ceiling come crashing down onto the metal floor!
“Not the most elegant solution, I’ll admit, but desperate times call for desperate measures, yes?” The voice asks as you scramble to your feet! “I’ll be sure to dig up your remains once the gallery finishes crumbling. And don’t worry–I’ll put your pieces to good use!”
“STAN!” Sybil shouts from a few boilers over, “Stall him!”
Easy for <span class="mu-i">her</span> to say, you grumble as you creep through the steam! You don’t even know where this asshole is!
>CONTD. 