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When I didn’t hear footsteps in the hallway anymore, I exited the torture chamber and was able to make my way back up near my room without incident. For a moment, I thought I would be safe, but as I got closer to my room, I saw that there were already guards there looking for me.

My heart sank. I couldn’t run or hide, so I walked up to them, feigning ignorance.

“May I help you?” I asked, walking up to the guards.

“You were ordered to stay in your room,” a heavy-set Crypt Claw guard with a scar down his forehead rasped.

“I have been staying in my room, but it’s getting cramped in there. I just needed some air.” I tried to sound as bored and unbothered as I possibly could.

“What have you been doing, then?” the soldier pressed.

“I was walking around, like I said.” I remained nonchalant as I tried to reenter my room.

“There were trespassers in the warehouse,” the scarred guard continued with his dark, gravely tone. “They fled on foot. Where is your accomplice?”

“What on earth are you talk