Lana slipped out of their room just after the intercom had finished its unusually straightforward message. So there was a way to the third floor -- the building clearly had one, but none of the stairs went higher, and while there were doors that didn't open on the second floor, none of them came with convenient labels.

She was still exhausted, and a bit dizzy, but she was awake, so she put on a convincing smile, wished Ilia luck with her party, and was on her way.

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