[Lenalee finds there is a significant lack of candles in this place, and curses the dim as she creeps into the hallway— and promptly into something. Short.
A soft yelp, and she backpeddles with impressive speed. Human-shaped, it'd felt human-shaped.]
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A soft yelp, and she backpeddles with impressive speed. Human-shaped, it'd felt human-shaped.]
—Sorry, who's there?