Black Ward: Empty Chambers

>> Flick as much gunk off of it as you can and wipe it on anything dry. Knowing this place, the sink will flow blood.

C: “Shit! Nearly took three years off my life!”

Feeling, perhaps justifiably, paranoid about the sink, you wipe the key off on the edge of your jacket.

As you’re doing so, the walkie-talkie in your pocket suddenly crackles to life, emitting a harsh burst of static that causes you to jump.