DISCLAIMER: Amnesia belongs solely to Frictional Games, and likeness to actual events and scenery is purely coincidental.
Reader discretion is advised; contains mature content.
A Night to Remember
ONE
"God damn it!" Pewdie yelled as his lantern flickered out.
He stood in total darkness unable to see anything in front of him. He sighed and slowly shuffled forward. He reached his hand out and felt his way along the wall, and stumbled as a white hot pain shot up his leg.
"Fuckin tables! You'd think they could find a better spot for them!" He said angrily.
He shook the pain off and decided to wait until his eyes adjusted to move forward. He began to make out shapes in the gloom, including the table he so gracefully walked into.
Two doors faced each other on opposite sides of the hall. It was obvious the heavier ornamented one was locked tight. The other door stood propped open a bit, and from the inside came a soft yellow glow. He inched toward it, holding his breath. It seemed safe, but he wasn't going to let anything catch him off guard.
Pewdie inched the door open with his foot, eyes wide open. He was pleased to find it was a normal room. A bright one at that. A desk sat against the back wall, with a bookshelf flanking it. Two tall candelabras gave the room its comfortable light. He walked in and shut the door behind him-the number one rule in places like this. He had learned his lesson.
Immediately his eyes focused on the note on the desk. He left that for last as he searched the book shelf and desk drawers. Stuffing the bottle of laudanum in his pocket, he picked up the note.
Pewdie,
Go into the east wing, which can be located off of the grand hall. Take the third door on the right.
I will be waiting.
Pewdie stood there and re read the note. He didn't recognize the scrawled handwriting, and he didn't think the bro could write. He pondered whether he should actually go to the east wing or not. It wasn't like he had a specific place to be anyway. Maybe he'd try to find a weapon though, just in case. He looked down at the top of the desk and underneath the note sat two keys. Now if only he could get some oil!
He went back out into the hallway and stood in front of thee door. Of course the first key he tried wasn't the right one. The second key turned the lock smoothly and he was through the door.