[ Good. That makes it easier, if he doesn't have to worry about where she's going to be. Assured of her position, Cain starts forward. The room is mostly still, the moonlight wavering as clouds pass by. There's only that strange gurgling, and the constant beating of the heart, a loud, dull thudding that echoes louder and louder in his ears, almost seeming to take over his senses as he slowly advances.
As he nears a corner, something rustles. What was over there on display...? A butter knife, he remembers, said to be the cause of over twenty deaths in the Olympian court. ]
Miss? Are you still okay? [ He turns his head to check — to make sure nothing's crept up behind him and gotten her while his attention's been diverted. ]
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As he nears a corner, something rustles. What was over there on display...? A butter knife, he remembers, said to be the cause of over twenty deaths in the Olympian court. ]
Miss? Are you still okay? [ He turns his head to check — to make sure nothing's crept up behind him and gotten her while his attention's been diverted. ]