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Aug. 29th, 2009 10:44 am
siafukira: ([ a cold eye stares as the axe rises)
With Sayu long gone, Light is progressing down the corridor, checking doors. Most are open, like his backpack - though the flap's draped over the top. Occasionally one is locked, like the one he comes to now; crouching down, he removes the pack, produces a small torch and shines it into the keyhole.

[[OOC: private to [livejournal.com profile] righteous_pen.]]

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