West Storage Room and Corridors

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Leading up the stairs, Cathy found herself in an odd setting. From furnished, museum like architecture she now found herself looking at cracked painted walls, drywall, tarps and crates piled haphazardly around the narrow corridor of the third floor. "I'm half surprised the balcony is intact..." She says to herself, noticing a locker ahead of her, another narrow walkway ahead of her veering right and an opening to another room before it. She poked her head inside, and found the room out of place, being some sort of office in development that was furnished with bookcases and files. A small model was on the desk, the kind used for reference in art for human anatomy and body position. She looked away from the faceless doll and continued forward, past a lone locker to her right and then continued onto a path. It appeared that a door, almost useless given the hall would take her back into the oddly furnished office to her right, whilst the corridor continued to her left and around the bend. The level of wear and tear on the architecture up here was immense. Renovations to the building were still underway up here it would seem. She past the row of windows overlooking the street outside, and the sound of the sniper rifle was more prevalent up here. The sniper nest set up by that cop is probably not too far from here... hmm... wonder what this door leads to..? She found herself now staring at a door leading her into some sort of storage room. It was large, crumbling, and had many tacky artworks tacked up and stored around. A fireplace set into the wall on one side, shelving, more tarps. She saw a centipede scurry up a wall as she stepped deeper into the dusty room. "Huh, must be Iron's private storage for his artwork and the leftover museum pieces... the bars back there are a bit on the worrying side... they look far too thick just to keep someone from stealing these worthless pieces..." She says out loud, staring at a statue behind the barred off cell. She found another door, this time to her left beside a precarious bookshelf that looked rather heavy... deciding it was best to move along before the scurrying insects crawled up her exposed ankles the better, and she took the doorway, leading to the second floor of the library.

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