[babydoll gives heine an exasperated look before complying, closing her eyes, trying to listen, to feel anything that may be near. whatever it was, it was in this room. it made her legs feel heavy and her heart pound.
the floorboards creek beneath her, something scratches at the walls -- nails? -- drag down the decrepit paint. another creak and her eyes fly open, gun raised and shooting at the window nearby.
but nothing's there, and all that comes from the bullets is dust and broken glass.]
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the floorboards creek beneath her, something scratches at the walls -- nails? -- drag down the decrepit paint. another creak and her eyes fly open, gun raised and shooting at the window nearby.
but nothing's there, and all that comes from the bullets is dust and broken glass.]
Dammit.