[Prompto only scrolls through a couple of the profiles on the PIP before returning to the mini-map, scanning it one more time against his growing dread. There's no exit.
His clothes: replaced. His gun: inaccessible. His friends: probably in the same danger, because last he knows, they were all still together. Is this some kind of new Niff base, all white and sterile like this? Prompto gulps, having explored the room he woke up in from top to bottom, breathes out shakily, and creeps out of that sliding door into the hall, staying low, taut as a bowstring, to inspect the other rooms on the map.
And the second he sees movement, he yelps and ducks into whatever common room's closest, unwilling to risk detection alone and unarmed.]
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[Prompto only scrolls through a couple of the profiles on the PIP before returning to the mini-map, scanning it one more time against his growing dread. There's no exit.
His clothes: replaced. His gun: inaccessible. His friends: probably in the same danger, because last he knows, they were all still together. Is this some kind of new Niff base, all white and sterile like this? Prompto gulps, having explored the room he woke up in from top to bottom, breathes out shakily, and creeps out of that sliding door into the hall, staying low, taut as a bowstring, to inspect the other rooms on the map.
And the second he sees movement, he yelps and ducks into whatever common room's closest, unwilling to risk detection alone and unarmed.]
Waah!