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[Kansa]

Elise stayed behind for a moment, watching after the ghost as it ran. As she saw the other members of her group began to follow though she let out a sigh and began to follow afterwards.

[Adragis]

Christina observes the group moving at speed, and (with no small amount of eye-rolling) simply waits. Wheelchairs, after all, are not made for grass.
A pity. I'd have liked to see what all the fuss was about.

[Akroma]

The path trailed through the park with a winding, serpent-like suggestion. The blackened streets of the city were devoid of any souls, a blessing to those who wished for this expedition to remain secret - a curse on the mind of those that stopped to wonder why. It led, so I'm afraid, to ever more tenebrous places. Seperated from the school behind wire fences and warning signs laid complex B. Unlike the main building, which underwent reconstruction and renovation to serve as a pool of knowledge, this monument to madness was left to decay, the charred carcass of the great fire that tore it down almost a century ago. Protected by an unseen will, it passed through time undisturbed and empty - even the boldest and drunkest youth, testing their courage to seek nugatory recognition and dubious fame did not make it much further than the ante-chamber.

Superstitious and loquacious folk thought this place to be haunted. A fact that you knew was true.

[kj1225]

"... We really should have thought of this."
With that Oceanus takes a running jump up the fence.

[Kansa]

Elise stayed just behind the rest of the group, obviously frightened as her gaze darted whenever she heard a sound above whisper. She stopped just short of the fence, making sure not to even touch it as she looked at the building that now loomed over them.

[Akroma]

The rusted, pre-war fences easily gave sway to the brute force of youth, leaving nothing behind but the gateless gate into madness.

"Nice tackle. After it!"

[kj1225]

Oceanus nods and continues on the trail of petals.

[SOLDIER First]

Emmett curses himself again for not offering to princess-carry Christina or something and follows everyone else.

[AbstractTraitorHero]

You have been messaged a photo it says it's nsfw and from Oliver it has a winky face as the descriptor

[Sanure]

Felicia follows behind Oceanus, trying to stay near Morgana.

[Kansa]

Elise followed last, moving sheepishly over the now fallen fence.

[Akroma]

((sorry for silence, found out that the darkest dungeon narrator did lovecraft audiobooks, and they are avaiable on youtube))

[Akroma]

Wether your mind was held together by a crude mixture of misplaced courage and blatant optimism, or madness already gained purchase, perching you at the precipice of lunacy, there was no sigil or warding against the stabbing coldness of fear chasing your sense of adventure ever downwards your back. A devil stalks these halls, and only the foolish, or the desperate, would go in search of him.

Minds came here to die. Such was the nature of this place, and every corner bore witness to it. Wether you were born into lunacy, or fell victim to the unfortunate buck of a horse, an inflammation of the brain, the vices of morphium and masturbation, homosexuality or female hysteria, in this vivid, colorful menagerie of the abnormal and wicked, your sanity would be sucked down the drain alongside the bucket of feces that was your only companion in the lice-ridden padded cells, keeping you captive with redundantly robust metal doors. An elaborate effort to keep someones body locked in place, where sedatives even a vetenarian would nowadays be hesistant to apply already chained your mind. Not a place to cure and shelter the most vulnerable of our society, but a blackened box to silence the vexatious annoyance of your abnormality, the injections and tonics, bindings and electric shocks, the icebaths and the cages were tools of opression and force, nightmare and horror.

But nothing compared to the final, crowning cruelty of diseased science. An iron throne of simple, austere design, thick potent bindings of horse leather on legs and arms, and a hemicircular metal cages to keep your head in place. The procedure of the lobotomy brought with it the withdrawal of all sedatives, to allow the confirmation of its doings mid-process the patient needed to be awake and responsive. For the last time.

Such was the nature of this place. But know, it was not this very nature that attracted the devil you sought to find...but it was the nature of the devil that gave birth to this place.

[SOLDIER First]

"Jesus fuck."

[Akroma]

"It's...a bit uncomfortable I admit....did anyone but Oceanus bring a flashlight?"