[ It's hard to say how long there is nothing bit silence in response. But eventually the first sound comes. It isn't Trevor or Sypha. It isn't Carmilla.
It's a snuffle, followed by a few quiet oinks. The sound of their feet on the wooden floorboards. It's hard to say what they're responding to, until a moment later there is finally a voice. Not Trevor's or Sypha's, but a voice. Soft and tired and a little too calm, but with an edge of certainty to it that not even this place has dulled. ]
Here. This is the slaughterhouse.
[ A thump, then another, and then splintering wood and the door swinging open and slamming against the wall behind it. And then a chorus of pleased-sounding oinking. And then, finally- ]
-Everyone, behind me. She's in here somewhere. Sypha, once we find her be ready to break a hole in the ceiling to get her into the light. And- I'll be honest, I didn't plan for the pigs. The pigs are a surprise.
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It's a snuffle, followed by a few quiet oinks. The sound of their feet on the wooden floorboards. It's hard to say what they're responding to, until a moment later there is finally a voice. Not Trevor's or Sypha's, but a voice. Soft and tired and a little too calm, but with an edge of certainty to it that not even this place has dulled. ]
Here. This is the slaughterhouse.
[ A thump, then another, and then splintering wood and the door swinging open and slamming against the wall behind it. And then a chorus of pleased-sounding oinking. And then, finally- ]
-Everyone, behind me. She's in here somewhere. Sypha, once we find her be ready to break a hole in the ceiling to get her into the light. And- I'll be honest, I didn't plan for the pigs. The pigs are a surprise.