Larsa could not feel all the more relieved when they slipped back into the Institute, uneasiness having since overwhelmed his senses along with the bitter taste of blood in his mouth. T'was a sight he never gazed upon before, and the child would have preferred to never catch such a thing again. Sliding into the room was a relatively simple manner, following their lady to the next-door and frowned when it was revealed to them that the door would not budge.

The lock itself appeared to be weak and rusted upon further inspection. However, it was a problem with an easy solution.

"If we were to hit it some blunt object, say a flashlight, then the lock may crumble." Larsa suggested, looking amongst their group with a small smile.