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Level 6: 14/60
Location: The Maw: The Depths
Word Count: >750
Points Gained: 1
New EXP Balance--- Level 6 : 15/60 [/center]

	[color=f49ac2]"Oh, yeah, please take this from me."[/color] Sakura had said, eagerly handing over the Dart Gun back to its rightful owner. Sakura had dropped it and picked it up multiple times, occasionally forgetting she had it at all. 

	Sakura grimaced as she saw more people eating. It seemed to be about half and half? Sakura's stomach rumbled, no, more like cried out in agony, but she remained resolute. She only wished she could have convinced more of her teammates to follow her lead. Sakura gave a particularly worried glance at Bella, who Sakura wished hadn't eaten food for almost the exact same reasons Bella had decided to eat them.

	This Runaway kid was letting them go first, which made sense. Sakura wasn't comfortable with the idea of letting him put himself into harms way. Best the heroes go first, right? On the other side, things were getting a little more quaint, but the room was still way too big. Some parts of it looked really, really gross.

	[color=f49ac2]"Gross, huh?"[/color] Sakura whispered. [color=f49ac2]"Reminds me of the stuff my dad had to throw out when he worked at his restaraunt."[/color]

	But, quickly, what appeared to be a new enemy made himself known. A very large and sickly looking butcher who was contentedly chopping into some meat. No doubt he was complicit in whatever terrible situation the kids in the cafeteria had been put into. Sakura found herself wondering about what he was thinking in that moment. Did he like being a butcher? Or was he just doing this because some dark power was commanding him too? What was his name? 

	It didn't matter right now. If he found them, he'd probably put them back into jail or do something even worse. So far everyone with a position of power in this Maw had been a bad guy. If there was some relief, it was that whatever he was making food out of wasn't a person who lived in the World of Light. He wouldn't be turning any of them into chop suey. But he could probably swing that cleaver really hard, and Sakura instinctively brought a hand up to her neck and gulped. The Runaway kid pointed a key out to everyone. An unlocked exit was available. Since the lock was on this side of the door, that meant the Butcher was trying to keep people out. Sort of like how one would lock an exit from the inside to keep people from entering. It made sense that they would want to secure the key and leave through that door. Already opened doors probably meant going further into where more chefs and butchers were.

	Sakura, being one of the frontrunners, turned around and put a finger to her lips. Then the brunette quietly paced over and crawled under a table. The last thing she wanted to do was get anyone detected. How could she help? 

	Well, they needed the butcher to be out of the way. Crawling under one of the giant tables, Sakura reached the edge of one that was somewhat behind him, towards the right exit door. Maybe if she made a mess, he would have to get a broom and clean it up? That might give them time to nab the key and then go from there.
	
	Sakura crawled out from under the counter and then into it, standing on the wood. It felt kind of cozy, being so small. Locating a jar of preservatives that came up to her chest, she figured that would do. It was ontop another jar of something else, and ontop of that it would be falling from the wooden platform she was standing on, to the few feet it was to the ground. At least, it looked like a few feet. Sakura wasn't exactly sure how tall she was anymore.

	With a quiet grunt, she pushed the glass jar off and onto the ground. When it cracked or broke, she ran for cover and hid behind a stack of bowls, pressing her back against it. Her stomach quietly growled and Sakura put a hand on her belly like she was trying to strangle it into silence, eyes widening.