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(Y/N) looked down each hallway.

Yeah... fuck this!

I'm gonna escape through the ceiling and get out of this horror movie shit!

Darting toward the ladder that was conveniently placed just under one of the roof's tiles that could be removed, she carefully climbed upward and moved aside the tile. Wrinkling her nose at the dark, dusty, and rather cobwebbed-filled space, she tried to shrug off her hesitations and hoisted herself up.

Gotta get out of here...

After I find a signal and call the police... should I come back here to find Amar?

He could be hurt, for all I know...

Or dead...

Swallowing thickly at that option, she replaced the tile back to its original position and began her journey. She knew that if she was able to somehow find Mr. Orval's office without alerting anyone of her presence—hence why she was going through the roof—she knew that somewhere in that room, there would be a spare set of keys.

Keys that would allow her freedom.

Trying not to think about any of the drawbacks of what she had to go through to get to that point—who knows how many dead flies, beetles, or spiders are up here? Or alive ones...?—she only thought about what she'd be able to do once free.

How her life could get back to normal.

Or, as normal as it could be.

Silently crawling through the tight space, occasionally peeking down to the hallways to try and gauge her progress and location, having to backtrack a couple of times or having to still when hearing someone below her. More than once she caught sight of Nicolai or Silvius hunting the place trying to find her—not Jian nor Valen since she had already seen their dead bodies in a corridor—and always made sure to even her breathing into a quiet tempo so they wouldn't be able to catch her. Now, she heard footsteps underneath her again, and she froze.

A coarse shiver ran up her spine when hearing them whistling a rather happy tune as they strolled casually down the hallway, something that didn't match the situation at hand at all.

It unnerved her.

Luckily, they didn't loiter and passed by her quickly, she moving again when she was sure that they were gone. Unfortunately, as soon as she made the decision, her head bumped into a wooden pole that she hadn't noticed, cursing silently under her breath as she rubbed her now sore head.

This is so fucking hard without a light...

A light...

What the fuck.

Pulling out her phone, she switched on the flashlight and let out a sigh.

Right.

Because I haven't been getting any service, I just have regarded my phone as useless...

Until now.

Muttering incoherently under her breath, she started to move around the beam but stopped when hearing footsteps again, she assuming that they belonged to the same person who was whistling a creepy tune earlier.

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