[While the base of the stairs is pitch black, ascending leads to a gradient of light cutting through. The stairs empty into a large, dilapidated room without any doors or furniture, and its light source are several holes in the ceiling that has been through the slow process of caving inward.
The chill remains, dust still suspended in air, and there's the addition of an odd dripping sound plip plop plip plop...
Nothing in particular stands out about the room, but Ange might pick up on something unseen inside the walls-- a sense of magic resonating the closest to wherever Claude's blood-stained glove touches a surface.]
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The chill remains, dust still suspended in air, and there's the addition of an odd dripping sound plip plop plip plop...
Nothing in particular stands out about the room, but Ange might pick up on something unseen inside the walls-- a sense of magic resonating the closest to wherever Claude's blood-stained glove touches a surface.]