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Cotillion
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"Wouldn't go thaa-waaay."
The voice startled him. He hadn't been expecting to see anyone here, and yet, there she was. Dwight looked at her quizzically. She was dressed in white pajamas, her arms folded neatly around her chest. The illusion around him crumbled away, the moss peeling off the walls, floating towards him, burning before it could reach him. He was left standing in a hallway, lights flickering overhead, shouts coming from behind closed doors. How had he gotten here? As far as he could tell, he was in an Asylum.
"Why? What's that way?" he asked the girl, trying to point, unable to, his arms still stuck in a straitjacket. That's rather inconvenient, he thought. Gotta get out of this thing somehow.
The voice startled him. He hadn't been expecting to see anyone here, and yet, there she was. Dwight looked at her quizzically. She was dressed in white pajamas, her arms folded neatly around her chest. The illusion around him crumbled away, the moss peeling off the walls, floating towards him, burning before it could reach him. He was left standing in a hallway, lights flickering overhead, shouts coming from behind closed doors. How had he gotten here? As far as he could tell, he was in an Asylum.
"Why? What's that way?" he asked the girl, trying to point, unable to, his arms still stuck in a straitjacket. That's rather inconvenient, he thought. Gotta get out of this thing somehow.