He'd been separated from his group, though he'd barely noticed as they were shuffled into a pitch black room. Lev's steps are heavier, anxiety high— it has been all night. The moment he saw the woman in the elevator, he'd been a mess. He stays close to the wall, palm pressed to it for support and grounding as he struggles to walk further inside. He bumps into someone on the way, though he's not sure who, eyes still adjusting to the sudden darkness.
It's when the light switch is found, fingers fumbling to illuminate the room with a shoddy light, that he realizes it isn't his nerves making this impossible. It's the floor. "What the fuck." One deep breath in, Lev counts to four, sights locking onto the others in the room. Breathe out, on the count of three. "Fuck this. Fuck this."
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