[ His curiosity over what could possibly be wrong with the door doesn't last long, as it's immediately apparant. He's not surprised by the sight of smeared blood and a stupid, vaguely ominous message so much as he's just disappointed. Fuckin gross. Some people really have no class, huh?
Whatever. He follows Arthur's instructions — three fast knocks, three slow knocks, and for good measure: ]
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Whatever. He follows Arthur's instructions — three fast knocks, three slow knocks, and for good measure: ]
It's me!