As Rutie pressed the elevator switch, it groaned and slowly made it's way up up it's shaft, hesitating a few moments at the second floor before continuing on, screeching to a halt on the third floor. The door opened and the gate slided back into it's sheath, letting pass the now far more present moonlight and bringing to view the area beyond.

It was far more windy up there, high widows secured in intricate wrought steel that would surely look lovely if she was not so scared right not. It was a far cry less run down up here, and the wind sweeping the entire area did not let dust or dirt in for long. The lack of glasses in the window made this floor a haunting place at this time of night, however, as the wind howled down the opening and trough the corridors and rooms.

Before her stood a solid stone wall, a windswept plaque upon it reading "Prisoners of War" upon it. That would certainly explain the better state and condition of this area. The wall reached far on both the left and the right, making place to what seemed to be two wings.

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((It's a RP, of course you are all free to interact with each others, and that may even help you in some cases... well, unless there is bad blood then it's bad xD!))

As she carefully descended the stairs, Raine nearly slipped on the damp steps but as she had a firm grim on the rail she did not fall. It took quite some time to reach the end of the pitch black stairway but she managed to do it without falling to her death.

As she finally reached the first basement floor, she saw that there was no way for her to see at all, and that matches would certainly be a necessity if she was to make her home down there. By touch she would have to proceed down this spiralling corridor she was now in, to search for a room or to find yet another staircase, leading even further down.