Itadori had no idea what was happening upstairs. The passage was deep, and it took him a full half-second of sprinting to reach the end. He then wrinkled his nose, relying on his acute sense of smell to identify the odors in the air.
The smell of decay, the smell of chill, the smell of a toilet brush, the smell of rust... The smell of rust!
Itadori bolted toward the source of the heavy metallic stench—a thick iron door with a keyhole, but Itadori had no key.
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