Strange Notes
As he looked around, he found himself in a wide, secluded room with a pool of blood occupying most of it, though ahead of him, he saw steps leading up to a stone floor and wooden door.
…I have to find the others. In a place like this…we can't be separated from one another, he resolved.
Sifting through the unsavory pool, he found himself unnerved by its very existence, unknowing of where or what the blood came from.
He was forced to walk slowly through the pool, though finding himself pausing at an inexplicable sound–"PLOP".
Something dropped into the water, causing him to spin around to see where, only to find a ripple to his far left in the crimson liquid.
Did something…? His thoughts lingered.
For the moment, he tried to ignore it, pushing on in hopes of reaching the other end of the room swiftly, though again, he froze as a noise joined him in the blood pool–"SWISH".