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[God, he knew it was coming. Another blow was being thrown his way, his trembling form was already scrambling for the door. The brunet desperately jiggled the handle to fall through on to ivory carpet, kicking the door shut-but he saw him. That wisp of silver hair that was going to come at him once that door is flung open again; more blood rolling down his face while he curled up on the floor, covering his head with his hands in a sorry attempt to protect himself as he waited for the sound of wood being split...But it never came.
Once he opened his eyes, they searched the room frantically. This wasn't his room, why were their costumes against the wall? Where was he?]

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[ooc:He's terrified, confused, and bleeding. Have at him~]