The blood doesn't shock them. At this point, it's more than a little evident something terrible is or had been happening. No, it's the dark that makes them gasp, and further, the way reality seems to fold.
That feeling of being unwanted his so hard they fumble the door handle in their frantic race to get out. They hear themselves make a faint noise but think nothing of it. The door is ripped open and they rush out into the hall.
They hesitate for just a moment, then finally cave and run back to that room of torture tools, taking up something sharp before running the other way for that wooden door.
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That feeling of being unwanted his so hard they fumble the door handle in their frantic race to get out. They hear themselves make a faint noise but think nothing of it. The door is ripped open and they rush out into the hall.
They hesitate for just a moment, then finally cave and run back to that room of torture tools, taking up something sharp before running the other way for that wooden door.