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Kurt slowly opened the wooden door while checking for any danger. Once he saw that the coast was clear, both he and Hope quietly slipped out of the closet. He kept his matte-black sword partially drawn, the hilt cold against his palm, ready to strike at any moment.
"Alright, Hope. First, we need to get out of this maze. Stay close to me, ok?"
"Ok…" She nodded her head once.
Together, they backtracked through the labyrinthine service tunnels, moving past the storage barrels where he found the little girl and back down the corridor where the two cultists lay in a growing pool of dark, cooling blood.
'They didn't bother moving these bodies? Whatever. That's convenient for me.'
