She quickly reached a viewpoint, with a small, dimmed window overlooking the campus courtyard. Arin glanced out briefly at the students enjoying the autumn breeze, laughing and smiling amongst their cohorts as if murder was nothing but a casual everyday occurrence. Was one of them plotting her demise? There was no sense dwelling on it now. She continued upwards.
A few more flights of stairs passed, and she reached a tall wooden door. (describe the door, I am lazy) Arin groaned. Unlike the one at the entrance, there was no digital lock she could try her student ID on.
"Hmm," she muttered to herself, reaching out to place her hands against the brass handle. "What are the chances--"
With a gentle shove, door swung open smoothly. It was unlocked.
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