The clang is deafening. As you remove your foot, it reveals a large dent, far larger than your previous attempts had yielded.
The chamber outside the door is barely large enough for more than two, and with the hulking form of Eve’s metal form, it is cramped at best, forcing some of you up the first few stairs.
Weaving effortlessly through and above the infrared-riddled bootleg owners, you float up the stairs. Flying is just like swimming, natural and superior to any other form of locomotion. It’s nice, upwards at a 45 degree angle, nice and const-
The stairs level out.
Behind you, 10 feet of stairs. Above, another flickering light, this time a domed, tipped fixture, like you’ve seen in human… houses? Ahead of you are more stairs.
But on your left and right are two more doors.