[Nyx had gotten himself to the bathroom, trailing bloody footprints the whole way, and was just about to peel away his makeshift bandage when he hears Crowe's shout. He freezes, listening intently, but there's no answering sound of splintering wood or screams. Exhaling slowly, he moves back to his bedroom to peer out the door.
The hallway is empty so far, but depending on how fast she's moving Crowe must have made it to the center room. He stays low, one eye on his windows, and pitches his voice just high enough to carry.]
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The hallway is empty so far, but depending on how fast she's moving Crowe must have made it to the center room. He stays low, one eye on his windows, and pitches his voice just high enough to carry.]
Crowe.