Devil's playground

[Jesile Mogotsi]

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The city was spectacular in every sense of the word. Sure, it was a desolate wasteland filled to the brim with dangers of broken glass and debris, but it was a treasure trove of objects and even ideas. It was the first time he had set foot there, and his mind roved over everything he saw over and over again. He felt like a human child in an amusement park might. There was so much to explore here that he could barely sustain himself, and his attention constantly shifted erratically between this and that. Luckily, he had Empusa there to keep him in check. Deviating from the path of pavement laid out before him, and unsure of whether the girl was actually behind him or even close by at all, he entered an old, decaying building, the door already nearly off its hinges entirely, without any sort of handle or knob, and idly hanging there without a purpose. There was nothing of any real interest inside but a table and a few chairs; these were things he did not care to investigate at the moment, because he had found a staircase. As he ascended, having shifted to biped form in order to better examine various objects of interest, the stairs creaked slightly, though he paid little attention to this. When he reached the top of the stairs and entered into a hallway, he called out to Empusa to take a look with him. A few doors lined the hallway, but each one he pushed open was entirely empty. At the very end, he clumsily jostled the door, as it was a little more stubborn than the others, and he entered into a larger room than the others, with a few stray bookcases lining the walls. The far wall had a large window, and in front of it sat an oak desk. He strode forward, the floor creaking heavily under him, until he reached the table upon which a book sat. However, he never got a chance to read the title. As he leaned forward, the floor gave way, and he barely managed to yell at the top of his lungs before there was a thud and then darkness.

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