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((WELCOME BACK))

Miles bolted out of the medical room. A vent in the hallway. He could escape him through the vent. For a time, but it would be worth it. Anything to regain his bearings. Anything to prevent getting cut by those scissors again.Miles jumped up and grabbed the vent. A hand wrapped around his ankle. Panic shot through his veins. He flailed his leg until he felt the grip loosening enough before climbing into the vent. He barely heard fading footsteps.

He slightly collapsed, fighting to get air into his lungs. The doctor wouldn’t climb into a vent. It wouldn’t be like him to do so. He prepared himself to move forward. He barely saw his hand in the darkness, his somewhat mutilated hand. The panic made him forget about those wounds earlier. The pain was coming back in waves. He adjusted the camera strap to cover the stump of what was left of his finger and used his forearm to pull himself through the vent. Couldn’t risk getting them infected in this hellhole.

He turned off his night vision at the sight of a hole in the vent. He peeked through it. No Trager. A door at the far side. Miles climbed out of the vent and onto the hard floor, out into the open. He ran on his toes to the door. It was unlocked.

Carefully and quietly so as to not alert the doctor of his position, he opened the door. Immediately, he was greeted by a staircase, seeming to be made of old stones. Torches were along the walls. He closed the door behind him and ascended the staircase, taking each step with extreme caution. Upon reaching the top of the stairs, he noticed a fountain near the gargantuan windows. More stairs were across the room from the fountain. He raised the camcorder and began recording, writing a note in his notebook in the process.