He would've gone to the infirmary, but this place is emptier. Quieter. The flickering lights and illusions are troublesome, but Richtofen tells himself not to believe that any of it is real. It's all glamour. Just glamour...
He stays huddled on a hospital bed with his MP 40 cradled in his arms, ready to aim and fire at a moment's notice. His eyes are locked on the entrance to the room he chose, one near the staircase. Maybe he'll be able to get some peace here.]
June 9th | Floor 56 (Hospital Ward)
He would've gone to the infirmary, but this place is emptier. Quieter. The flickering lights and illusions are troublesome, but Richtofen tells himself not to believe that any of it is real. It's all glamour. Just glamour...
He stays huddled on a hospital bed with his MP 40 cradled in his arms, ready to aim and fire at a moment's notice. His eyes are locked on the entrance to the room he chose, one near the staircase. Maybe he'll be able to get some peace here.]