[color=f7941d][h3]Isana Seiger[/h3][/color]
[@Pyromania99][@RabidAnubis]
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[color=f7941d]"Humph,"[/color] Isana exhaled sharply. [color=f7941d]"I'd rather not have [i]someone's[/i] hands touching somewhere they shouldn't."[/color] Isana walked up to the boards observing them for only a second before deeming their offensive existence to be obliterated from existence. She lifted her leg, slamming her foot into the object causing it to shatter instantly into several pieces. Not sparing a second thought, she walked forward and opened the door. If it was locked or otherwise blocked, the door would have received the same treatment - she'd send the thing flying off its hinges if she had too.

[color=f7941d]"Eugh...smells worse than I remember it here.[/color]" Isana held her hand over her nose, the stale air not very pleasant to breathe in. That aside though, nothing seemed to be too out of the ordinary and pretty much was the same as she remembered it, though aged and run down. Upon initial inspection, everything seemed as it should be. They'd just need to look around a bit, hopefully report no trouble and she could go home and never talk to these fucks again.

[color=f7941d]"The easiest thing would be to check the theaters first."[/color] Isana thought aloud, recalling the layout of the building. [color=f7941d]"Check the three smaller theaters, I'll start the larger one before moving to the backstage area."[/color] Chances were, if there was anything funny going on, it'd be in one of those four areas. Or the restroom, perhaps. Nothing ever good happened in restrooms in mystery and horror games.