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A girl, rail-thin with a wet mop of long blond hair and a plastic key card clutched in one hand, bursts loudly through the front door with a curse. She pauses, dripping water and blinking confusedly at her surroundings. She turns and pushes back out into the rain. After a few moments she reappears, shaking her head and muttering as she drips her way over to the staircase.

"This place just keeps getting weirder and weirder," she says to herself darkly as she stomps up each step.