Climber was going up the stairs of the asylum, he had a small smile on his face as he held his pickaxe which was resting on his shoulder, he was humming quietly as he went up the stairs, he sometimes looked down to see if no one was chasing him, when he got to the top, he let out a soft sigh while looking at the place
Besides, he was in the middle of a tournament in a madhouse. Incredible, right? he stopped humming as he looked at the place still with his pick resting on his shoulder
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