Cryobionic
Seven Thousand Club
Vincent ran a hand over the building's cold stone walls, "There's so much fear here," He murmured, the souls of those long gone whispering to him in hushed tones, "So many dead." Turning to Jun he was about to tell him that they ought to head inside quickly, the graves around them making him feel uncomfortable, when he halted, his eyes wide. A shiver made it's way down his spine and he suddenly felt a cold, scratching tingle pressing just behind his temples.
"I think these graves are giving me a headache," He told Jun, his voice faint as he ran a hand over his face, "We should head inside. If Spooks is being held deep within the crypt, we'll need all the time we can get to find him. These buildings are often built like labyrinths."
Massaging his temples he made his way into the darkness without waiting for an answer, trying to shrug off that disgusting feeling.
"I think these graves are giving me a headache," He told Jun, his voice faint as he ran a hand over his face, "We should head inside. If Spooks is being held deep within the crypt, we'll need all the time we can get to find him. These buildings are often built like labyrinths."
Massaging his temples he made his way into the darkness without waiting for an answer, trying to shrug off that disgusting feeling.