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[b][u]The Tower 2F: Mirror Hall[/b][/u]

The elevator ride could have been smoother, but it seemed as though its shaky, jerky ascent was a sign of what was to greet them upon the door opening.

Atlas was the first to see the room in its entirety, but the smell and sight of blood caused The Pride to scramble out of the elevator, looking around wildly. Lurching towards them was Dr. Dream, covered in blood. His strained voice was a combination of agony and despair, and the last thing he did before collapsing was point a bloodied finger towards Marcus and Atlas.

Lisette made a sound halfway between a sob and a gag and quickly pressed her hand over her mouth, trying to focus on a clean spot on the floor. Even though the others were saying that it wasn't real, she had never seen a dead body before. Everything about it was awful, and she didn't know how some of the others could be so calm.

Amy knelt beside him, pressing two fingers to his neck. She quickly confirmed that their client was dead.

Selan stood still, her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed. Even though Dylan was most likely right, there was no shaking the feeling of seeing someone dead on the ground, covered in horrible wounds. While the others flocked to Trixie, she couldn't tear her eyes away from Dr. Dream's corpse, and repeating what he had said in her head. It didn't make any sense.

As Lute passionately voiced his frustrations, Lisette thought to herself that she didn't believe Dr. Dream, either; Atlas had been with them for some time, and Dr. Dream looked and acted like the wounds had been inflicted on him recently. It was possible, but... They wouldn't, she knew they wouldn't. Marcus wasn't like that, and Atlas didn't seem like that type of person either.

[I]Where do we go from here? We've found the doctor, and... well..."[/I]

[I]"Keep your guard up. Whatever happened might still be here."[/I]

[I]That[/I] caused Lisette to start looking around in the darker corners of the room, fidgeting with one of her pigtails. "Can we go now? I... The smell of blood, it's..." she said, looking ready to break out in a run if anything popped out at them.

Selan finally looked away from the body. "Is this truly the top floor?" she asked, although her eyes were settled on Atlas. "There must be something else we can do here, somewhere else we can go." She was growing weary from having to face one trauma after another, and knew the toll it was taking on the others, particularly Trixie, but they had to keep moving.