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"Foxes are canines, no?" Casey asks back.
"We're missing the point guys. Let's follow the trail so we can get out of here. Maybe we can head to L-Corp next, get some actual sunlight." Max isn't wrong either. That might be an excellent change of pace after eons here in the dark.
The three of you trail after the trail of sticky white fur-goo that's splattered all over the ground. Well, it's not one solid line of slime and moreso like a trail of droplets falling off of something. As if the entity was injured or, better yet, melting.
It leads down the hallway Benjamin and Seath went down. Your group passes through an abandoned kitchen area that's not much to note aside from a door at the back that leads outside of the estate. There's also a hallway further east (heading to another room) and a hallway south (where you can hear Benjamin and Seath talking) but there's no trails heading down either of those.
A heavy layer of goop coats the backdoor's doorknob. You spare your two allies from touching it by using your telekinesis to gently open the door.
Stepping outside leads your trio into a pretty simple patio setup. Some old chairs scattered around alongside some tables that have clearly seen better days. The patio roof, obviously, has collapsed from years of not being maintained.
A simple wooden fence surrounds the backyard area which is pretty damn massive if not mostly empty. The only real thing of note here is the garden far northwest of here (that seems to still be doing well, oddly!) and an old shed directly north from here.
"There." Max points towards a discolored patch of sand. Seems like the entity went north since there's splotches of discolored, wet sand in that general area.
"Ahh." Casey sighs as if she's reminiscing something. "I imagine this is what Acquisition Agents must do. Trailing down, hunting bizarre entities that can be harvested for a profit. Truly, a honorable career."
"I don't think we're harvesting anything." You shake your head. If it's what you think it is, you rather be gentle with it if possible. "Let's just check on it, okay?"
"Yeah, I agreed with Nicole. Everyone looked pretty tense when you came out of that trapdoor. Let's try to keep things calm; I don't want to stress anyone out."
"Oh! No worries! I was simply enjoying the moment."
"It's-" Max giggles at how airheaded Casey can be sometimes. "Yeah! Let's enjoy it. Hopefully it'll be peaceful, right?"
"Hopefully." You murmur.
The trek towards the shed isn't noteworthy until you're about halfway towards the shed. That's when you hear it. A wet, gurgling noise like someone's failing to flush a clogged toilet. Intermixed in that sickening noise is...you think it's barking? But like a person mimicking a bark instead of an actual dog's bark.
Max puts on a brave face but her voice betrays her worry, "It'll be peaceful. It'll be okay."
The trail of discolored sand continues past the front of the shed but suddenly ceases the moment it turns around the shed.
