His gaze follows the sludge, finding that it comes from somewhere—was this door here before? Whatever can save him from this rain and the invasive thoughts, he’s going for it despite the wariness of the source. Sludge is… Not normal.
Sluggishly, he beelines straight to it, avoiding stepping on any of the sludge, and opens the door.
What is in here? DARKNESS? More sludge? His head hurts so much?? ]
[ He can't see anything in the door itself. It is extremely rusted and plain, the hinges left swinging open. Blood litters the floor around it, and the sludge is seemingly dripping from the door out onto the streets.
Joonghyuk will know that this is where he should go, but it's less because he wants to and more because it feels like he must.
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His gaze follows the sludge, finding that it comes from somewhere—was this door here before? Whatever can save him from this rain and the invasive thoughts, he’s going for it despite the wariness of the source. Sludge is… Not normal.
Sluggishly, he beelines straight to it, avoiding stepping on any of the sludge, and opens the door.
What is in here? DARKNESS? More sludge? His head hurts so much?? ]
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Joonghyuk will know that this is where he should go, but it's less because he wants to and more because it feels like he must.
Enter the Department Store? ]