[Dorian knows being in the back comes with duties of its own, so he doesn't argue. At least he has a knife again. He left the last one in Louis' ribs.
He follows Ethan quietly for a time, occasionally glancing through open doors and into the rooms behind them. One of them is painting, and it looks like...no, that's impossible. Dorian looks away.
The next room, though, has a shade just standing at the door, as if waiting. It makes eye contact with Dorian. It takes only a split second for him to realize they're in trouble.]
Ethan, run! [His hand pushes Ethan forward as the shade steps out of the doorway. The other hand tightens around his knife, and he prepares to run for it.]
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He follows Ethan quietly for a time, occasionally glancing through open doors and into the rooms behind them. One of them is painting, and it looks like...no, that's impossible. Dorian looks away.
The next room, though, has a shade just standing at the door, as if waiting. It makes eye contact with Dorian. It takes only a split second for him to realize they're in trouble.]
Ethan, run! [His hand pushes Ethan forward as the shade steps out of the doorway. The other hand tightens around his knife, and he prepares to run for it.]