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Laura, baby… you were right to bring me here.
I decided to check the old wing more thoroughly. Piles of trash, riddled chairs, broken beds. I was already about to head back when I heard hurried footsteps in the corridor. Not that I wanted to explain what I was doing there, so I quickly (and as silently as I could) retreated into an adjacent room and pressed myself against the doorframe.
Thorium strode past me, the hems of his robe fluttering. He turned into one of the rooms; I heard the thud of a closing door. Moving cautiously in that direction, I saw a room with a closed door in the back wall. Obviously, he could only be in there. Going further was risky, but damn it, I'm not paid to sit quietly in corners, so I carefully approached the door. I love these old doors with huge keyholes—I would likely have failed to open it silently.
Peering through the hole, I saw a well-equipped room with shelves filled with papers and a strange construction in the middle. It most resembled a mix of an electric chair and a medieval torture device.
Thorium was fussing over this piece of devilry, hastily unscrewing its parts. Damn, he was dismantling it!
I silently retreated from the door, carefully stepped into the corridor and bolted for the main building as fast as I could. Fortunately, dinner had just ended and almost all the staff were in one place. I didn't have to explain much—almost all the asylum inhabitants who were sane (at least on paper) rushed after me.
When we burst through the door, Thorium had already disassembled half of his hellish machine. At the sight of us, he froze, turning pale and remaining motionless.
- So you've returned to your old ways, Doctor, - I heard one of the physicians say, - our country's laws are no obstacle for you, are they? Apparently, you will have to learn them more firmly; you'll have many years ahead of you for that. And while the police are out of reach, you can begin serving your sentence in the solitary cell for the violent—and God knows, I would gladly lock you in your own chair.
Solitary... padded walls, no windows, no unnecessary furniture. I hope the doctor enjoys sitting there. It's his luck that the iron door of the solitary cell cannot be broken down... I think many patients would gladly talk to him about treatment methods.
Thoriumexecuted put in solitary.
Asylum inhabitants:
Reinhard
Небо
Xostor
Gil4
WisTrit
Werevolka
WhiteLizard
Hermit
RiMpel2
Loreley
Гур
Нэйра Дрэйк
Amko
WishmasteR
Князь_OMEGA
Eliminated:
Ple-Sen
Pitch Black
Arandor
Thorium
I decided to check the old wing more thoroughly. Piles of trash, riddled chairs, broken beds. I was already about to head back when I heard hurried footsteps in the corridor. Not that I wanted to explain what I was doing there, so I quickly (and as silently as I could) retreated into an adjacent room and pressed myself against the doorframe.
Thorium strode past me, the hems of his robe fluttering. He turned into one of the rooms; I heard the thud of a closing door. Moving cautiously in that direction, I saw a room with a closed door in the back wall. Obviously, he could only be in there. Going further was risky, but damn it, I'm not paid to sit quietly in corners, so I carefully approached the door. I love these old doors with huge keyholes—I would likely have failed to open it silently.
Peering through the hole, I saw a well-equipped room with shelves filled with papers and a strange construction in the middle. It most resembled a mix of an electric chair and a medieval torture device.
Thorium was fussing over this piece of devilry, hastily unscrewing its parts. Damn, he was dismantling it!
I silently retreated from the door, carefully stepped into the corridor and bolted for the main building as fast as I could. Fortunately, dinner had just ended and almost all the staff were in one place. I didn't have to explain much—almost all the asylum inhabitants who were sane (at least on paper) rushed after me.
When we burst through the door, Thorium had already disassembled half of his hellish machine. At the sight of us, he froze, turning pale and remaining motionless.
- So you've returned to your old ways, Doctor, - I heard one of the physicians say, - our country's laws are no obstacle for you, are they? Apparently, you will have to learn them more firmly; you'll have many years ahead of you for that. And while the police are out of reach, you can begin serving your sentence in the solitary cell for the violent—and God knows, I would gladly lock you in your own chair.
Solitary... padded walls, no windows, no unnecessary furniture. I hope the doctor enjoys sitting there. It's his luck that the iron door of the solitary cell cannot be broken down... I think many patients would gladly talk to him about treatment methods.
Thorium
Asylum inhabitants:
Reinhard
Небо
Xostor
Gil4
WisTrit
Werevolka
WhiteLizard
Hermit
RiMpel2
Loreley
Гур
Нэйра Дрэйк
Amko
WishmasteR
Князь_OMEGA
Eliminated:
Ple-Sen
Pitch Black
Arandor
Thorium
Night begins. Send your NDs.
