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They'd escaped the Chapel of Salem, the group of the Bleeding Hearts. It was their friend's plan, and to their shock, it worked. They'd successfully evaded the Priestess and her crew, but not without taking their own fair share. Their friend led to the lower grounds, dragging them behind as they laid low.

Teddy was thankful for their dark baggy clothes by the time they had slowed down. A clawed hand covered their side, and the two took a breath in the shadows. "How are you doing?" They finally whispered, peering to their friend. "Fine," he answered, peeking his head from behind the corner. "How are you?" "Fine." They answered, perhaps a bit too quickly, their tail flicking nervously.