The Restricted Section | Brett & Forest
Looking down the dimly lit corridor Forest stopped for a moment, a frown pulling at the edges of his lips. He was so not lost right now. I mean he’d been to the headquarters to see Molly a million times, he knew the way like the back of his hand. The back of his hand that looked... super different now, and encased in more and more wood paneling.
Sighing to himself Forest stopped not knowing how he could have taken a wrong turn. But looking back down the corridor Forest was at a miss for how he would even get back to the main entrance, his head swimming in the maze of hallways and corridors. Looking toward his right where there was a small door hiding just out of sight, Forest figured that there might be someone who could help him in there. Or at least a map. Or something.
But when he opened the door Forest found the room woefully empty, well except for the large shelves of books, pexi-glass doors protecting them from the air within the room. Walking over to one of the shelves Forest turned his head to read the spines hoping it might give him a clue to where he was. But unfortunately everything was in some form of latin, and he was having trouble finding anything he could actually read. Hearing footsteps come up behind him though Forest jumped five feet off the ground, ears not picking up the sound of another body until it was too late.
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