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No choice, going back is certain death.

Grey tosses the bloody napkin to the side as he rushes forward. "No time to lose," he tells himself as he opens the door, enters, and locks the door behind him. He closes his eyes for a few moments to listen for footsteps. He calms down as he listens to the silence.

He opens his eyes to survey the room he just entered. It looks like a child's bed room. A chestful of broken toys lie in the lefthand corner. An open cabinet beside it is overflowing with torn dolls and cracked plastic figures. The floor itself is strewn with doll parts, cracked pieces of plastic, and other pieces of what might have been a child's toy. A large empty bed stands in the center. On the right corner is a shelf full of books, as well as a desk and chair for studying. They seem unused, almost new, even.

"Why is this giving me a bad feeling," Grey thinks.

He continues looking around the room. He notes that there are floating globes providing light (probably magical), but no other windows or doors besides the one he came in. He looks back at the bed to see a doll's eyes staring at him.

Suddenly, the eyes blink. Its owner shuffles on the bed to get a better look at Grey.

Blonde hair, red eyes, and strange "wings" made of metal and crystals.

He recognizes her immediately.

Flandre Scarlet is now looking at Grey curiously. Her eyes are still a bit glazed, but it looks like she will be completely awake in a few moments.

Grey uses all of his will to hide his panic.

Think.

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