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The alarm blared and lights flashed, bathing the dark room in a pattern of red hue. Astarion fumbled to insert a pale blue key card into the small black rectangular pod; finally slotting it into place on the third try with shaky hands. He took a few steps back as the large metal door in front of him groaned and shifted, hinges rusted and slow after decades of disuse.
The door behind him banged loudly and he inched toward the slow moving exit. ‘Come on’ He urged silently. Bright rays of daylight spilled through the cracks, blinding him momentarily. Cold air rushed through, biting at his exposed skin. There was a loud bang behind him again and he looked back just as the barricade broke away. Cazador was rushing towards him, red eyes aflame and pallid face twisted with animalistic fury. Astarion squeezed through the small opening of the exit and slipped away just as he felt a hand graze his arm.
The landscape was dreary, bathed in grey tones. The crisp wind ripped past him, carrying an undertone of death and decay with it. He wrapped his jacket around him tighter and jogged ahead, too afraid to look back.