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There were no ways out. Anything that looked like it might have been was sealed shut, even the doors that Chris had come from not offering any avenue.

A lone fire extinguisher case could be found but the canister had long since been emptied. The more Alister looked the more it seemed like someone had gone through and very carefully removed or did away with anything that could be used to harm or do damage.

The blaze had gone across the entire mural, the theatre now lit up with a red glow. Everything seemed alright until, very faintly, a voice could be heard.

A voice calling out.

"Is there anyone there?"

'Who's asking' Hah, Al had made it sound as though he was holding hostage the answer to the disembodied voice's question when, really, he'd already answered it just by speaking. Temperance quelled the urge to snap at him and instead simply sat down next to a mannequin - not the one who touched her and not any of the ones she'd touched. She didn't acknowledge it at all. They liked Chris, anyway, and so he could be the one to deal with them.

She didn't respond to the question, loathe to give the voice an accurate count of how many people were down here. Temperance instead let her eyes drift over each of the people trapped here. Connor was mostly silent still, and she grimaced, knowing he must either be on the verge of panic or had passed into the weird realm of calmness that came with shock. She wondered if Chris was a real human or an Ashdown construct, though they had no real way to check, unfortunately. Things here could potentially bleed the same way as things out there. Still, she kept her eyes on him.

Great. They were obviously trapped inside the theatre, the ceiling was doing something weird that made Juniper feel a bit uneasy, there was possibly a small creature losee that could get hurt if stepped on (priorities), and now a voice belonging to someone they didn't know called or to them. 'Uh. Hello?" She called out. "Yes! We're here."

She glanced at some of the others and shrugged. "Maybe whoever it is can help us?"

The eerie red glow, which had taken over the entire theatre, worried Juniper for some reason. Maybe it was just the color itself, after all, blue wouldn't feel quite as intimidating but Juniper was beginning to feel the need to leave the theatre.

Shun continued to not respond to the voice as he quietly began to make his way towards the stage, trying to narrow in on the source. He was still ready to try and defend himself, should this end up being some sort of trick. It was either that or someone really did need help.

Once he was at the stage, he looked around for potential trap doors or anything where someone or something could be hiding.

"Where the hell..." he muttered as he continued to look. There weren't really any places where someone could hide but...

Shun went ahead to see if there were speakers on the stage.

Cautiously, Shun approached the area that displayed damage. One hand was kept on the pocket knife, while the other slowly reached out for the curtain to pull aside. Even if there wasn't anything there, maybe he could at least find a damage trail to follow for... whatever had slashed everything in this place.

With a tilt of his head, Shun followed the claw marks on the ground. The fact that the distance between each gash decreased as it went on was something to note. A transformation, perhaps?

He crouched down and touched the ends of the slashes with his fingertips to see if they were close enough together for a human hand to have been there at some point.