You step into the hallway. The lights flicker, the floor gives way to smooth white linoleum. It's quiet. The walls have an emerald wallpaper on them, but in places it seems to be peeling off to reveal the sickly yellow wall underneath. The air is warmer now, and you can tell that it moves around a bit. The dust stings your eyes and lungs. The vents haven't been cleaned in ages.

You have the gun in your hands, mind ablaze with the idea that something here is out to get you and put you back. You know, immediately, that you won't go quietly.

In your exploring, you find two rooms that happened to be open.

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N + S

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