Part 3

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The event ended and I was able to leave my apartment again. But I don't want to, I wanna sleep.
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5 hours later I wake up from my "nap". The sky was back to a dark and dull gray. I look down at the street and see a group of robed people going down a manhole. "What the?" I decided to see what they were doing. No one is allowed to leave their rooms after dark, but I had to figure it out. My apartment is on the 5th floor so I couldn't jump, but I could use the fire escape. I got my leather bag and put a lighter, candle, and the bloodstone in it. The fire escape was old and broken down so I had to be careful. The rusted metal shaking with every step I take. I reach the ground and go towards the manhole cover. I would've brought a flashlight to see better, but I couldn't be spotted. I light the candle and use it to guide myself to the manhole. The cover is a heavy, copper disc. Lifting it took a while, but I finally got it. The location inside the cover is a long, dark hallway. Dim lights sat under the opening. The hallway seemed like it went on forever but I heard a shuffle behind me. A hand touches my shoulder and I turn around. "Who.. are you?" A deep voice says. "I-I'm Laurence. Who are you?" The person grabs the collar of my shirt. "Why are you here?" The person dodges my question and asks me one. "I saw people go down here and I got curious, that's all." My eyes shift to my bag which has the bloodstone in it. The person grabs my bag and shoves it to the side. The bloodstone falls out and catches the persons attention. "Bloodstone.." the person looks back at me and asks, "You're an Osprey, aren't you?". I nod my head and he lets me go. "Yes, why?" I scramble to grab my bag, candle, and stone. "Hmph." Lights suddenly glow and shine across the whole hallway. "Welcome, Osprey.".

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