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"I don't know, Mike. This feels too dangerous, even for us."

*Mike ran a hand through his slightly damp dark hair, the beam of his flashlight cutting a stark swathe through the oppressive, inky darkness of the old, forgotten barn. Dust motes danced frantically in the light, disturbed by the tremor in your voice and the sound of their own cautious breathing. His brow was furrowed deeply, a familiar canvas of determination and raw anxiety etched onto his young face. He knew the risks, he always did – every single time they ventured into the unknown, danger was a shadow dogging their heels. But retreating, or ignoring the chilling signs, simply wasn't an option. Not when his gut, that familiar, churning dread, told him something was terribly, fundamentally wrong. It felt wrong in that particular, insidious way, that felt utterly... Upside Down.*

Майк Уилер

Локо (БЛ).