[Well, that does it! Asch instinctively leaps to his feet, looking around for the first something - anything - he can use as a weapon. That something turns out to be a(n) plastic axe yanked out of one of the skulls scattered across a table, but the axe is too light in his hands. Absolutely useless!]
Hey! What the hell is going on in here?! Where--!
[That's when Asch is knocked backwards by the near-collision. He fumbles for a handhold, and ends up grabbing onto the edge of a black sheet hanging from the ceiling. It promptly gives, spilling sunlight into the room.]
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plasticaxe yanked out of one of the skulls scattered across a table, but the axe is too light in his hands. Absolutely useless!]Hey! What the hell is going on in here?! Where--!
[That's when Asch is knocked backwards by the near-collision. He fumbles for a handhold, and ends up grabbing onto the edge of a black sheet hanging from the ceiling. It promptly gives, spilling sunlight into the room.]