-[ prismic △ sanctum ]-

[SHIVERS]

You aren't sure what material your 'skin' is made of, but from touching it experimentally, you wager that a knife could most likely pierce clean through.

You can see the stairs from where you are, though you have to crouch down a little to see the top.
You don't see anyone on them, or anything else suspicious.

Attempting to arm yourself, you grasp the second largest knife handle and pull, only for it to stay stuck fast.
You try every other handle, but find none will come out, no matter how hard you pull.
All the knives are fake, and the knife block itself seems to be rooted to that spot on the counter.

Giving up on securing a weapon for the moment, you walk over to the door.
While it's fairly thick, it looks quite old, not held together well at this point.



You unlatch the deadbolt and go through, proceeding with caution.

You find yourself in an alley, the sky orange in the beginnings of sunset.
There are various trash cans and dumpsters around nearby, all with sturdy padlocks.
It looks like it's rained recently, as there are puddles scattered about.
Brick buildings with boarded up entrances blockade you towards a single path, just around the corner down some steps.

You can hear a strange whirring sound up ahead.

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