The Magnus Institute started the day normally, but by lunch time everything went to shit. The police got the call around two pm, by the time they arrived the fire department was there as well dealing with the fire on the archives, or what was left of them, nothing more than ashes and soot. Basira stared at the damage and couldn’t wrap her head around it.
Down the stairs leading to the archives, the place was, from wall to wall, carbonized. Not a single thing there remained intact. Only the metal bookshelves were left standing but only barely so, they were blackened and bent due to the temperature of the fire, some of them were even half melted.
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The Panopticon is empty, where a corpse should sit, there is nothing but a pile of ashes and a knife on top of them. The beating heart is gone, the silence is deafening.
You are about to leave when your foot hits something, when you look down you see a single tape recorder. You pick it up and press play.
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What happens when all of a sudden the entire staff of the instittue suddenly collapses. What happens when you cut off the heart and eyes and leave only the survivors left? What happens then?
Firs long fic of the year!!! Got hit with some inspiration and wanted to do some lil horror and romance so here we go.