[Espy]

HAYATE

"...Gyeh?!" He tripped over his injured and dragging foot and went barreling into a stack of dusty chairs.

After a moment of contemplating the darkness, he slowly got up and leaned against a pillar, hoping it was at least somewhat intact, and drew out a single torch from the stash at his belt, then pulled out his lighter and lit the torch. It wasn't much to go by, but he preferred to not run into any cobwebs.

...Shit. Remembering his mask, he put the torch over the edge of a desk and looped the gas mask over his unkempt hair, but not before sliding a tab upwards to close one eyeslot. Depth perception wasn't important now, at least not as important as having one adjusted eye would be in case he ran into any hostiles. Grabbing the torch, he slipped down the corridors to where he knew there was a stairwell that linked this building to another.

It wasn't as if he hadn't broken into and explored almost every single building in the area.