Thread:SalemMurders/@comment-35199255-20180110170849/@comment-26234016-20180123011624

Nauron rams himself into the wall, throwing his shoulder against it. It springs back, a little violently, throwing him onto the bed. He wills himself to a halt, stopping in midair. You frown, take a couple steps back, and sprint into it.

The wall, or wall-mesh-material, breaks. You find yourself floating in a sort of limbo, void of anything, with splotches of static scattered across. There is, at the moment, three other areas you can see among the blackness.