Hiroshi feels a horrible sense of deja vu at all of this. The running, the need for quick, careful movements. Just like that time in the facsimile of the mansion in Irezumi's head. It's difficult not to stumble a little, but he manages to avoid falling completely.
He stumbles a bit prior to the door, though, causing him to twist his ankle a bit. Shit. SHIT. But there's a door here, he's safe, he's... shit, why won't it open WHY WON'T IT OPEN...
He jimmies at it frantically, trying to work it open, the pain in his ankle ignored as best he can. He can hear it. Oh God, he can hear it. Wake up wake up wake UP...
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Hiroshi feels a horrible sense of deja vu at all of this. The running, the need for quick, careful movements. Just like that time in the facsimile of the mansion in Irezumi's head. It's difficult not to stumble a little, but he manages to avoid falling completely.
He stumbles a bit prior to the door, though, causing him to twist his ankle a bit. Shit. SHIT. But there's a door here, he's safe, he's... shit, why won't it open WHY WON'T IT OPEN...
He jimmies at it frantically, trying to work it open, the pain in his ankle ignored as best he can. He can hear it. Oh God, he can hear it. Wake up wake up wake UP...