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The teleportation was a success—that's one thing out of the picture.
Jamie thought, relief loosening the tight grip worry had kept on his chest.
Slowly, wincing with every movement, he walked toward the door that seemed to be the source of the smell. With each step, the scent grew stronger—rich, warm, and almost intoxicating. It stirred a hunger inside him he never knew he had, his stomach rumbling in response, urging him to move faster.
There were other doors in the corridor too, stickers plastered on them showing what they used to be before the school was abandoned.
The laboratory.
The janitor's office.
Faded labels clung to the peeling surfaces, remnants of a past life.
When he finally reached the door, he stretched his hand toward the knob to open it… but that's when it hit him.
I can't go out looking this hurt. It'll just make me look weak.
