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A mission gone wrong has resulted in the three of you standing in a warehouse, the floor littered with corpses. Lovecraft retracted the tentacles from his sleeves, a tired sigh leaving his cracked lips. John was humming cheerfully, wiping the blood on his right hand off on his over alls John: “Welp! Mission accomplished, I’m sure the boss won’t mind losing a few opponents” Lovecraft didn’t really respond other than a hum, looking too tired to deal with the world. John simply turned on his heel, glancing around for the exit