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S dropped the bag in the office. "Something here seems foul.... something here just reeks of blood and suffering.. could it be, these halls, are echoing? Of death? We'll see." S opened his bag. V peeked in the window, visibly uncomfortable.
"In all my dreams I see.." S pulls a gun out of the bag. "A maze of halls, with oily walls, and countless scrawls reminding me 'It's me.'" S punched the wall. "Don't play these games, you've lost your fright." S loaded a gun. "I'm armed with more than a light... and I'm surviving five nights!" S practiced his aim. N watched, Uzi huddled in his arms.
"No phones, no screams, no more... just you and me, a gun or three, and nothing else between me and this door!" S prepared himself. "You bring the acid, I'll bring the fight! Hey J, come get a bite... cause I'm surviving five nights!" S pointed the gun at the door and shot.