Stepping into the room, Jamal’s eyes light up.
DAAAAYYYYYUMMM you wasn’t lyin’ about the loot mayne!
As he begins looting the gun wall, you urgently rush over to the homeowner, undoing the toy around his throat.
A-are you okay?
He is not okay.
Laying unconscious, he is still breathing soft, shallow, barely perceptible breaths. But he’s clearly on the brink of death, and without medical attention, he’s not going to last very long. His face is turning blue.
Sheeeeeee this old man even got that uhhh that war raisin mane. that real combat raisin you know. killer raisin.
Jamal yells out to you in glee. He’s also found the homeowner’s car keys, which could be useful. You now have two possible modes of escape.
Checking one last time that the old man is still alive, you turn your attention to the dead officer. Sidling up to the body, you carefully reach out and remove the orb, fighting the urge to vomit and cry from the gore. You’re so heckin’ traumatized.
You inspect the orb, turning it over in your hands. It’s a crystalline ball, and attached to it is a flexible tube, with what appears to be a nozzle at the end for breathing or blowing through. This is especially strange considering that the orb doesn’t seem to be hollow.
Inside, you see a flickering red shape darting around the orb.
What do you do?
