Behind the door, something rattles as it hits the floor. An assortment of items(?), paperwork and the glassy sound of lighter objects rolling away from their presumed point of impact— let alone a chasing thud when bootheels snap down over wood, quick to scuff before they find their footing and go silent. Comparatively soundless approach the last thing before the doorlatch rattles in its moors and spits out—
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[Shit.
Behind the door, something rattles as it hits the floor. An assortment of items(?), paperwork and the glassy sound of lighter objects rolling away from their presumed point of impact— let alone a chasing thud when bootheels snap down over wood, quick to scuff before they find their footing and go silent. Comparatively soundless approach the last thing before the doorlatch rattles in its moors and spits out—
Oh.
Oh.]
You came back.
[You came back?
No one ever comes back.]