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Single last today.
You toss the man into the kitchen--not literally, of course. That'd be crude. You really just sort of drag him there. He's still whimpering and trying to feel at his eye. It's honestly kind of pitiful.
You return to the front hallway. You're about to head over to the door, open it, and confront the other two men when there's a yelling.
And then a crack.
And green green green green green--
The door smashes open from the outside. A piece with the knobs attached flies towards your, turning lazily through the air--you barely manage to turn your head away before it strikes you, hard, on the side of the skull. You're not even that lucky with the other pieces of the door, though--wood, splintered, scratches and gouges at your body. Your arms receive the worst of it when you raise them to protect your head.
Finally, though, it is quiet. You dare lower your hands--just to peek--
The two men are standing outside the door, blue-violets still raised.
Behind them, in the night sky, some orange blooms vividly.