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[aunter]

R E D > You enter the door and find yourself in a glass box, suspended in the sky. Bright blue skies, white fluffy clouds, even birds pass by in the air around you. One look down and you see grass fields and sprawling lakes as far as the eye can see. Some wild horses running across the fields, some cows, just exactly what you'd expect. It's idyllic as fuck. Then the words appear:

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[lost_first]

[ James shakes his head. ]

And I have killed more people with one than you've probably met. [ He's Really Really Old, Peter. Really goddamn old.]

But the fact remains that there is no answer. So-

[ He will take the knife (God, it's been ages since he just used a knife, it feels good in his hands, proper, familiar) and goes to the wall. First the corner, then the flat of it.
To see if he can cut through.]

The knife must have a use.

[cutlery]

[ lol in demon ]

[ Sebastian is pretty doubtful that it's going to work, since considering the game they've played so far, it couldn't possibly be as easy as that. But, sure. Go ahead. He won't say a word. ]

[wheatcake]

Six, [Peter offers from the floor.] There are six walls to this cube, and the box Sebastian got. Whatever you do, do it in a multiple of six.

[Rubbing at his face. Rallying his spirits. He doesn't know who they were, but they were important. They still might exist. They need him. Stay strong, Peter. He stands.]

I don't think it'll do anything, but if it does, it'll have to work that way.

[lost_first]

[ First he taps the wall six times. Then taps the line of the corner six times. After a moment's consideration, he moves aside his shirt sleeve and scores six lines on the back of his arm; he's had so much worse, can still fight with that kind of pain, and he always keeps at least a bandage or two on his person.]