For real? [ Ah... too bad. Ann never realized how handy it was to have a map until she didnt have it anymore. She pouts a little but keeps looking around the area—everything is worn down and rusty, with tools and parts and random debris scattered everywhere, most of it covered in layers of dust. There's faint light filtering in through the windows from the sunlight outside, but some of the hallways branching off the sides are dark.
It's... kind of creepy, now that she thinks about it. It has the same sort of atmosphere as a cemetery or mausoleum, almost unnervingly quiet and still.
That's why she picks one of the passageways with more light, lifting a hand to point the way. ]
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It's... kind of creepy, now that she thinks about it. It has the same sort of atmosphere as a cemetery or mausoleum, almost unnervingly quiet and still.
That's why she picks one of the passageways with more light, lifting a hand to point the way. ]
How about that way?