[ Well shit - no endless corridor maze, or at least not one without its charming changes in scenery. Claire's fingers tighten around the hand mirror as she slowly takes the skeleton key out of the lock again and begings moving up the stairs. She knows by now she's unlikely to find something to fight in this place, but sue her - weapons make her feel more prepared, more in control.
She creeps up the stairs, and tries to be quiet about it - no telling, after all, what's to be found in this changed environment. ]
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She creeps up the stairs, and tries to be quiet about it - no telling, after all, what's to be found in this changed environment. ]