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"Not good, not good, not good," muttered Ashe. His sweaty hands trembled over the rusted lock, the pick he used shaking with every minute movement.
This was just supposed to be a mission for the Officer's Academy. Who knew that it would turn into something far more dangerous?
The trap he had sprung glowed purple. Below, bricks ground together, gathering energy to attack.
"C'mon, Ashe!" Sylvain yelled from the other side of the cell's bars. He waved his lance in the air as if that would encourage him. "You can do this!"
Ashe breathed out, and soon, the lock clicked.