[ she has neither the time nor patience for riddles. this cannot be the regular function of the elevator. why would there ever be a riddle emblazoned upon it?
this is... something here.
she slaps her hand against the closed doors, hard enough to clang ]
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this is... something here.
she slaps her hand against the closed doors, hard enough to clang ]
Shite! Where is your key, then?