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Christopher.

Christopher glanced over the isolated room for a slight second, inspecting every little detail, processing all the escape routes in his head. To his misfortune, it was quite a trap; it seemed there had to be a little rustle here and there to get him out. The screech of white noise crashed into his train of thoughts, bringing his attention towards a figure of monstrosity. Without much time given to think anything through, a quick thwack carved quite the cut into his cheek, the sullenly dark red liquid slowly dripping off from it as it progressively grew larger and larger. Ah, it wanted to play.
With a flick of his left wrist, thin, translucent thread drew out of his injury, swirling around him freely like a spirit with it's own life. Christopher sighed, and murmured a few prayers, before finally jabbing his finger out at his opponent for today's 'game'. The thread seemed to obey him strikingly well, shooting down upon the monster, or at least, what seemed to be a monster, and piercing through an unidentified body part. As suspiciously dark, acidic-like smoke drifted out of it's wound, the string pulled itself out, unraveling, as it travelled back to it's puppeteer. Christopher snapped loudly with his right hand, and watched as his tools of crime slowly dissolved into the air. Focus then to his rival in this duel, he eyed the blob as it also dissolved into the air, floating across the same space with it's cause of death. When both objects had lifted it's every particle into the atmosphere, he released the tension he had been harnessing throughout the fight by exhaling in a rather conspicuous way, before he peered down at the small little door that had been hiding from his general view.
Finally spotting his route to the light in all the darkness that had just occurred, he solemnly walked towards the door, halting when he was about a meter away from it. Relieved with the outcome of his little journey and battle, he shrugged off a smile to himself, lifting his cross that had been strung around his neck the entire time, and gently pressing his lips against it as a thank you to his ultimate savior. Placing his hand on the wooden door, he casually pushed it open, a burst of bright yellow beams flashing towards him.

" Eureka. "

With that, he paced through the entrance, and slowly became an unknown figure himself as the light blurred out his silhouette.

Description
Christopher.

Christopher glanced over the isolated room for a slight second, inspecting every little detail, processing all the escape routes in his head. To his misfortune, it was quite a trap; it seemed there had to be a little rustle here and there to get him out. The screech of white noise crashed into his train of thoughts, bringing his attention towards a figure of monstrosity. Without much time given to think anything through, a quick thwack carved quite the cut into his cheek, the sullenly dark red liquid slowly dripping off from it as it progressively grew larger and larger. Ah, it wanted to play.
With a flick of his left wrist, thin, translucent thread drew out of his injury, swirling around him freely like a spirit with it's own life. Christopher sighed, and murmured a few prayers, before finally jabbing his finger out at his opponent for today's 'game'. The thread seemed to obey him strikingly well, shooting down upon the monster, or at least, what seemed to be a monster, and piercing through an unidentified body part. As suspiciously dark, acidic-like smoke drifted out of it's wound, the string pulled itself out, unraveling, as it travelled back to it's puppeteer. Christopher snapped loudly with his right hand, and watched as his tools of crime slowly dissolved into the air. Focus then to his rival in this duel, he eyed the blob as it also dissolved into the air, floating across the same space with it's cause of death. When both objects had lifted it's every particle into the atmosphere, he released the tension he had been harnessing throughout the fight by exhaling in a rather conspicuous way, before he peered down at the small little door that had been hiding from his general view.
Finally spotting his route to the light in all the darkness that had just occurred, he solemnly walked towards the door, halting when he was about a meter away from it. Relieved with the outcome of his little journey and battle, he shrugged off a smile to himself, lifting his cross that had been strung around his neck the entire time, and gently pressing his lips against it as a thank you to his ultimate savior. Placing his hand on the wooden door, he casually pushed it open, a burst of bright yellow beams flashing towards him.

" Eureka. "

With that, he paced through the entrance, and slowly became an unknown figure himself as the light blurred out his silhouette.