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[Lupus Fenrir]

~The doors swing shut silently behind you~

~A fine mist of dust drifts down from the ceiling~

~Long unused gears scream into movement within the walls~

~The fine dust rains down heavier~

~Chunks of old plaster begin to fall, thudding heavily~

~You look up and stare in shock~

~Lurching as it inches downwards~

~A large frame filled with rusty looking spikes~

~It catches for a moment, you breath a sigh of relief~

~It begins it's decent again~

~You claw at the door, seeking escape~

~At the very end, you turn your face skyward~

~You scream into the face of death, which is full of teeth of iron~

~You have been eaten by~

~The Asylum~


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