"A locked door?" Sonia says, her tone doubtful. "Why not? And if that doesn't work, we could always hide under our blankets, or maybe even say a little prayer."
Ignoring the vampire, you move over to the doors, reaching out to push them closed. The great wooden slabs are heavy and stiff, and it's slow going, particularly as the rest of your party seems content to watch how you're getting on alone.
Still, you almost have them both shut before a pale hand sticks itself through the gap. You recoil, certain that the intrusive appendage is about to make a grab for you, and as you do so, three figures push their way through the door.
"Val!" Sonia cries.
"Fritz!" Max calls, striding forward.
"Is that Romilly?" Grace asks as Will hurries forward.
The three of them stop as they draw closer, their eyes settling on the same thing that you're staring at.
Fritz's arm ends just below the elbow, leaving him with only a tattered stump.
"Gods," Max gasps. "What happened to your arm?"
"Got it caught in a door," Fritz mumbles before he collapses to the floor.
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