[center][h3][color=ec008c]Subject 17, Archon of Sound[/color][/h3][hider=Status]Location:
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	Everyone walked off in various directions. 17 had no idea how to find his room. He sat and thought for a time, content with the quietness of the lobby that they all rifted into. He heard several pairs of footsteps coming from all around, followed by gasps of excitement when everyone found their respective rooms. 
	He just barely heard the crackling warmth of a fire. It wasn’t necessarily chilly in the main room, but the warmth of a fire was always a pleasant sensation. He got up and followed the sounds. After a long time of wandering, he still hadn’t found the fire. Perhaps it went out, or maybe the door it was hidden behind closed, preventing the sounds from penetrating their barrier. So he sat and listened again, seeing no point in making his way back through the corridors. There was no draft of air. There were no scents other than his own. Only maddening silence.

	He put on his headphones.

	Still silence. 

	He took them off. 

	He took his backpack off and shuffled through his messenger bag. It had been a while since he last injected. Five hypos were left. That would get him through five days if he stretched it. He injected one before placing it back in his bag. He took off his goggles and bandana, leaned heavily against the wall, and fell asleep somewhere between the Library he was chasing and the main halls.