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Another pale gentleman wearing a similar suit gestured for you to follow him, and you did so. The atmosphere and lighting in these hallways immediately reminded you of the Crucible. And it wasn’t until your guide led you down several more flights of stairs and opened two more doors that the stench finally hit you. It was hard to put into words, but luckily, Matt did it for you.
<span class="mu-r">“That’s…a lot of blood.”</span> he said, scrunching up his nose and wiping at it.
<span class="mu-r">“Is that what that is? I can practically taste it.”</span> you said with a groan.
<span class="mu-r">“Yeah? Well I can <span class="mu-i">literally</span> taste it.”</span> Matt grumbled.
Your guide said nothing, despite being within earshot. Instead, he led you through one final door, where the smell had been the strongest. The room was very poorly lit, having no artificial lighting, and instead relying on candlelight.
As soon as you entered, all manner of conversation stopped all at once, and multiple sets of glowing red eyes settled on your group. The sight was enough to make your blood run cold. You absently felt for your silver knuckle dusters and wondered whether you’d have to fight your way out of here after all.
<span class="mu-b">“Something smells awful.”</span> said a slight voice in the back of the room. <span class="mu-b">“Did you bring garlic in here?”</span> he asked. It sounded like he was whispering, but it was somehow loud enough to bounce off of the walls and reverberate in your ears.
Before you could answer, Cindy stepped forward and gave a slight bow.
<span class="mu-b">“Ah, is that you Miss Moon? It’s been so long. Just look at how big you’ve gotten!”</span> the dark figure said, finally rising from his throne. As he stepped into the light, you noticed that he was very tall, very well built, and much paler than most of the patrons in this club. His nose was scrunched up, like that of a bat’s, and his eyes were nothing more than blood red slits. His hair was black as night and settled atop his head like an unruly mop. He had a thin beard that was made all the more noticeable by his sharp, angular facial features and the complexion of his skin. Somehow, without an introduction, you knew that this was Michael Morbius.
<span class="mu-b">“I heard about what happened to your parents. They were…good people. You have my sincerest apologies and my deepest condolences.”</span> he said, returning her bow. It was only then you noticed how sharp his claws were. They were like tiny little knives.
<span class="mu-b">“Now,”</span> he began focusing his attention on you and Matt. <span class="mu-b">“What is it that I can do for you? Something tells me that it is more than a social call.”</span>
