Nevill
Arcane
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Sawada, you pull that one.the Book of Eibon, Liber Ivonis.
C>A.
If we decided to play God, let's not pussy out of being an ass.
Sawada, you pull that one.the Book of Eibon, Liber Ivonis.
Onii-chan finds himself in an open clearing, a stone pathway leading up to the large building in front of him. Thunder rumbles in the distance. There is a large crescent moon in the night sky; even though it is obscured by dark clouds, the moon still casts enough light for him to observe his surroundings. A cold wind is blowing, causing the weeds overgrowing the land to sway gently and invitingly. The building itself – perhaps six stories high – appears to be in a state of disrepair; the faded green and yellow paint is flaking away, revealing the dull, grim concrete underneath. Onii-chan walks up to the building itself, ascending a short wooden ramp that creaks under his weight. The main doors, like the rest of the building, are in bad condition; the frame is cracked and the paint peeling.
He grabs the brass handles and turns them.
They make a clacking noise, and do not budge. The doors are locked. It needs to be unlocked first. Unfolding the picks, Onii-chan kneels in front of the door and begins his work. It is done in a matter of seconds.
He steps into the hospital proper. There is enough moonlight shining in from the open windows, filtered through the ragged, gossamer-thin curtains, for him to see by for the most part.The main lobby of Kaimei hospital is in as much of a mess as its exterior. The linoleum tiles are missing or cracked, and mold has begun to creep in on the walls. The steel feet of the benches, bolted into the floor, are rusted. The cushions on top of them are lumpy and misshapen. A thin layer of dust has settled over all of the surfaces, undisturbed.
The moth-eaten curtains flutter weakly, brushing lightly against Onii-chan’s arm as he travels down the corridor.
They lead to the hospital’s museum, where he finds two other people who are also trapped in there.
It is not a very large room; it is about the size of a big study. One end of the room is filled with shelves of books. Newspaper articles about Kaimei Hospital's successes in the medical field are plastered neatly on the walls. Small exhibits are lined up on shelves and on pedestals.
Walking over to a nearby bookshelf, Onii-chan picks out a book called Western Occultism in Eastern Japan. As far as books go, it is of average thickness. The front jacket, once a shiny, glossy white, is now dusty and stained yellow with age. There is a colourful pentagram on the cover overlying a silhouette of Japan. The book has not been opened in a long time, and it is swollen in some places, as if it had been kept somewhere damp. After flipping through it, he places the book back, but discovers something else hidden at the back of the shelves.
Stretching his hand in, Onii-chan finds that it is another book. Opening it, he finds, to his surprise, that the writing is about what he has done so far in the hospital. He flips through the pages quickly until he reaches the part where he has found the book hidden at the back of the shelf. As Onii-chan’s fingers hover over the paper, he knows that once he turns to the next page, he will be a lot closer to discovering the truth he seeks.
Sure, why not? I mean, what's the worst that could happen?
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