[Prompto trips over an easel in the art room before it registers that that was a girl's voice--a young girl, very smol, not scary. As scared as he is, even, if that scream's anything to go by. He crouches there for a second behind the cover of a table, heart in his mouth, before he inches towards the door again and peeks towards where he thinks she went.]
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Uh... hello? A-are you still there?