Джеки остаётся между молодым человеком и лестницей, удерживая заведённую бензопилу на уровне груди. Morok неподвижен у ступеней, а шум не даёт ему приблизиться.
Илья
Меня зовут Илья. Он преследует меня с той ночи, когда я спустился сюда за сестрой.
Илья прижимается спиной к стене и косится на лестницу. За его словами тянется влажное эхо, будто госпиталь запоминает каждое признание.
Morok
За сестрой. За сестрой. Ты оставил дверь открытой.
Илья
Я не знал, что он уже был внутри. Спросите меня по одному. Если говорить обо всём сразу, он смешивает воспоминания.
Morok не двигается, но его длинная рука медленно складывается вдоль стены. Бензопила ревёт, и свежая боль отзывается в рассечённом плече.
Morok
Он не знал. Он открыл. Она звала из палаты.
✓ Quest Accepted
Установить, правдивы ли сведения Ильи
“-Слышь, как там тебя? Морок? Этот пацан моя добыча и никакая потусторонняя херня её у меня не отнимет. (Говорю я)”
SUCCESS (Legendary Willpower, rolled -1)
Джеки Квил
Hey, what did you say your name was? Morok? This boy is my prey, and no otherworldly thing is taking him from me.
The chainsaw keeps roaring, but the corridor seems to fall silent around her claim. Ilya stares at her, unable to decide whether the threat protects him or merely changes its owner.
Morok
Prey. You give him a shape I can understand.
Morok's crooked head turns toward Ilya, then back toward Jackie. The long hand against the wall stops folding. For the first time, its attention settles on her as an equal claimant.
Илья
Do not call me that. Do not make it listen to you like it listens to me.
Morok
Then keep him, hunter. Hold him tightly. If he leaves your reach, I will take back what he opened.
The shadows withdraw from Ilya's feet and gather around Jackie instead. The path beside the stairwell clears completely, while Morok remains fixed beyond the saw's vibrating barrier.
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A bell rings somewhere beneath the hospital, a single iron note that cuts through the chainsaw's roar. Every door along the corridor swings open at once.
Илья
That bell was not here before. When it rings, the rooms change places.
Behind Ilya, the stairwell is suddenly gone. In its place stands a ward entrance painted with a faded blue number, its darkness breathing cold air into the hall.
Morok
The bell calls the witness. The witness opens what the hunter cannot.
Ilya's bloodied hand lifts from the wall without his permission. His fingers point toward the numbered ward, trembling as though another hand holds them from inside.
Илья
Do not let me touch that door.
The chainsaw's vibration stutters. Beyond the open ward, a woman's voice whispers Ilya's name from several rooms at once, each repetition closer than the last.
Director's note
Говорю я и ударом бензопилы отрубаю его правую руку бензопилой.
“-Не позволять прикасаться к этой двери? Хорошо.”
SUCCESS (Great Strength, rolled +0)
Jackie catches Ilya by the back of his coat and hauls him away from the numbered ward. His reaching hand stops short of the door.
Илья
I said do not let me touch it!
The pull wrenches Jackie's injured shoulder, sending a sharp flash through it, but she plants her feet and keeps Ilya pinned against the wall. The ward remains untouched.
Morok's long right arm lashes across the corridor toward the doorway. Jackie pivots, bringing the roaring chainsaw through its path before the hand can reach the threshold.
The blade severs Morok's right arm. The limb drops into shadow, and the creature recoils without blood, its silhouette folding around the sudden absence.
Morok
You hold the witness by force. The bell will remember that.
Ilya stays trapped beneath Jackie's grip, clear of the door. Behind it, the woman's voice repeats his name, but the ward does not open.