[ She looked at the opening and slowly slinking her way out- stumbling over the stupidly thick sticker. There's going to be something horrible that happens, she can almost smell it. ]
[ By that she is referencing the thick fragrance of fresh corpses- such a sickly sweet smell that she unfortunately grew used to. ]
[ She ducked her head, the tunnel leading out of the room of mirrors becoming shorter and more narrow. She went from standing up slumped- to crawling- pressed against the floor with her chin scraping against the bottom of the tunnel, her stomach making friction with what felt like asphalt. ]
[ She sniffed the air slightly, the smell of death thinning- ]
[ It smelled like chlorine. ]
[ Kylie deigning to take just one more step forward was her downfall- quite literally. She dropped like a rock- emerging from the tunnel and falling right into water. Now, she had just gotten disgustingly intimate with the source of that chlorine smell- she surfaced with a gasp- biting back an annoyed growl. ]
[ She quickly got onto dry land, wringing her coat free of water. She looked around, immediately orienting herself (also shooting a bit of water out of her now-burning nostrils). ]
[ ..It looked like Tidal Tempest from Sonic CD- albeit something was off. One, the chlorine smell- and two- there were no visual abnormalities. It looked straight from the game, no gore or painfully ugly additions. ]
[ Kylie looked back at where she came from, eyes flitting upwards- seeing the tunnel she fell out of had closed up. ]
[ "Well.. What can ya do..?" She thought to herself. It was better than the enclosed hell she was in before, that's for sure- but she knows better than to fall for a false sense of security. Whatever might lay here- ]
[ It for sure must be worse than where she was stuck. She didn't want to figure out what exactly makes it worse, but unfortunately- she's guaranteed to find out. ]
