Leon’s Self-Defense Against the Supernatural – Vampires 101

Date: 2025-06-06 16:02

(/u>/i)/u>/i [/u>/i]/u>/iInside the Echoing University Gymnasium/u>/iThe university gymnasium occupies a cavernous space with high ceilings
supported by exposed iron trusses that creak softly in the silence. Polished
hardwood floors bear the scuff marks and worn patches of countless basketball
games and physical education classes, their varnish dulled to a matte finish
except where afternoon light from tall windows creates patches of shine.
Retractable wooden bleachers line the eastern and western walls, their
mechanisms groaning when extended, while thick rope climbing nets hang
motionless from ceiling brackets near the northern entrance to Melville Hall.
The air holds the lingering scent of rubber, sweat, and industrial cleaning
solution, though beneath these familiar odors lurks something older and less
definable. Equipment storage cages constructed of chain-link fencing occupy
the corners, their padlocks occasionally rattling without apparent cause.
Faded championship banners hang from the rafters, their dates stretching back
over a century, some bearing the names of students whose portraits now hang
in the hallways they once walked. The overhead lights, mounted in protective
wire cages, cast harsh shadows that shift unexpectedly when the building
settles, and the echo of footsteps on the court floor sometimes seems to
multiply beyond what the acoustics should allow./u>/iIt is about 60/u>/i15/u>/iAt Birch and Madison/u>/i[rows of seats in the middle of the gymnasium] Robert says in aside to Leon/u>/iWe should really have a meeting. But for now – I’m headed to bed, to try and sleep of the rest of this. Good-day, Leon./u>/iI don’t know,/u>/iMaybe we can figure it out./u>/i