[The five lights turn, as if they're looking back at something. Probably the fucking creature lurking back there. They look forward again after a short moment.
The orblike lights shrink to the size of slits.]
Moder.
In trouble, actually. ...assistance getting out... can't fend off that thing... much longer.
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The orblike lights shrink to the size of slits.]
Moder.
In trouble, actually. ...assistance getting out... can't fend off that thing... much longer.