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Retrieving your <span class="mu-g">REGGINGTON BOLT-ACTION SCOPED RIFLE</span> from the depths of your pockets, you scan the steam below with the titular scope for any sign of your, uh, <span class="mu-i">admirer from afar</span>.
… nope. Stupid steam! You’ve half a mind to start firing indiscriminately when you spot it–a faint yellow glow amidst the fog!
“<span class="mu-i">HERE!</span>” Ly shouts, clearly not worried about being heard, “He’s <span class="mu-i">HERE</span>!”
Then that’s where your <span class="mu-i">bullet’s</span> gonna go, you hiss through clenched teeth as you line your sights up with Ly’s <span class="mu-g">ASTRAL FORM!</span> Locking eyes with you through the rifle’s sights, your skeleton gives you an encouraging thumb’s up as you exhale and pull the trigger!
You hit something–you’re damn sure of that! Seconds after the sound of thunder cracks across the room, you hear something splinter into countless tiny pieces followed by the sound of something falling over! Grinning madly, you can barely contain the excitement in your voice as you taunt the blowhard–guess <span class="mu-i">HE’S</span> the uh… the murder victim now! HA!
“Not yet!” Ly shouts as something scampers deeper into the steam! “He’s on da’ move–nasty-lookin’ guy!”
Whatever said nasty-lookin’ guy is planning, he’s too late–Ly scarcely has time to follow the killer before a cold breeze caresses your face. Glancing towards its origin point, you watch as Sybil finishes her magic on the exit–a massive wall of ice blocking the way out!
“Your stalking days are over, Slauson!” Syb shouts across the room! Was <span class="mu-i">that</span> his last name? Shaking the thought off, you follow up with Syb’s threat with one of your own: yea, you snicker, and you’ve got a question for <span class="mu-i">him</span> this time: does he wanna do this the <span class="mu-b">EASY</span> way, or the <span class="mu-r">HARD?!</span>
Your answer comes in the form of an ear-splitting shriek of metal in the boilers below! “Poor choice of building materials, you two.” Croons Slauson as even <span class="mu-i">MORE</span> steam floods into the room! “I’m sure even <span class="mu-i">you’re</span> aware of what steam does to ice, Stanley, but just wait until you see what it can do to <span class="mu-i">human flesh!</span>”
Cackling madly, the voice’s owner is nowhere to be seen as the cloud’s thickness, and temperature, increases by the second! You were toasty before, of course, but now it’s starting to feel like someone’s smothering you with a hot towel! Aiming your rifle once more, your kind gesture is rewarded with a pair of <span class="mu-r">BUTCHER KNIVES</span> whizzing past your head! Armor or not, that woulda’ stung!
“He’s in here somewhere!” Ly shouts as Sybil slinks back into the steam! “Just uh… sit tight!”
No sooner than those words escape Ly’s <span class="mu-g">ASTRAL MOUTH</span> than a chunk of the roof slams onto <span class="mu-i">another</span> boiler! Yea, something tells you you don’t have the luxury of ‘sitting tight’ for long!
>CONTD.
