You walk down a dark hall, a guard on each side of you. Both guards look uneasy.
"Bloody hell, this place gives me the fucking creeps…" The one says to the other.
"At least we don't have duty in this part of the shithole ." The other responds.
The unease the guards have around this ward fans the furnace of fear inside you into a supervolcano of terror.
You reach the end of the hall, which splits off into two different halls. A crudely made sign is on a desk that reads:
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