A3-Outcome

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You sit on the dark floor, and flip the little book open. Words are written in the pages in blood red, and after them, just scribbles in deep red.

The words read:

'They. Hunt. And. They. Watch. Always. Mind. The. Shadows. Always. Don't. Go. Into. The. Ba-'

After that, all scribbles. You feel a cold chill run down your spine and you start inspecting the shadows for any slither of movement.

But of course there would be none when you're watching. They are too smart for that.

You sigh deeply and put a book in your pocket and quickly scuffle out of the room, closing the door behind you.

Your heart is thumping quickly and you take a shaky breath. There's breeze on your neck and-

Wait, breeze?

It's not impossible, the house is run down but this felt...different, like it wasn't just air.

"That's because its not..."

You hear a deep whisper right in your ear. You scream and turn around, stumbling backwards before frantically looking around.

You blink.

And then, you see it. The most traumatic thing you have experienced, that you wish so badly to forget.

It's playing out, right infront of you, all over again.

Tears and panick grip you and you collapse, and feel like you're getting life sucked out of you.

Literally.

Through your tears, you see an outline of something, standing in front of you, with a string of something attached to your chest.

And then you realize.

It isn't real!

It's a Hunter the house sent!

You yank yourself up the wall and scream and kick, breaking the string, feeling life seep into your bones again.

You blink again.

Its the hallway of the house again, and now, there is no breeze.

Good.

The next room you enter is the library.

It is dark, with four long rows of bookshelves filled with old books with damaged spines.

You take a breath to regain your composure and you:

A4) Search the first two shelves first.

B4) Search the second two shelves first.

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