[Your consciousness drifts in to the sound of discordant whispers. It sounds like a hushed argument in another room, something you can't quite catch. You're cold. Your skin tingles slightly, and then...]
[Back upstairs! And using his handkerchief to soak, stuff in the bottle, light the end, and voila, a Molotov cocktail. He hurls it into the room with Ariel and his lover, aiming for Ariel, and slams the door shut immediately, holding it closed until the handle gets to hot to even hold.]
[Good job Sion you just torched a room in a heart?? It works, too! You hear the glass smash and then there is screaming. And then just the sound of fire and the smell of burning things.]
[Not sure whether to feel sick or satisfied. Mostly sick, he's not actually a psychopath he's just vindictive. He heads back downstairs to collect his child and find another exit or go back the way they came.]
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...You came back...?
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Yeah, I said I would. I just had to take care of some things.
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You smell funny.
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[He is careful at least, probably surprisingly gentle as he looks for any other exit.]
Like you said, it's dangerous here.
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