The group of seven proceeded down the long corridor making up the inmates’ quarters on the third floor, joking and laughing amongst themselves to keep spirits up. As with previous floors, they searched each room as they went. A few interesting discoveries popped up here and there, but they all had one thing in common; they had been left by inmates before the asylum had shut down. It seemed that the demonic cult had left this floor entirely alone.

The only concrete thing that tied the floor and the rooms in it to the cult was a calling card of sorts; each room in the long corridor had a new-looking chair. The chair was always the same - a modern, wooden affair with simple geometry and a black finish. The only unique thing about it was a pentagram carved into each chair’s headrest. Everyt...

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