The entrance to the roof is – obviously – at the highest level of the building. According to the floor-plan, you would have to keep climbing the emergency staircase until you reached the sixth floor and from there gain entry to the rooftop. As you make your climb, you hear no voices or any indication at all that there is someone else besides you in this place. There was only that buzzer at ward 201, and it could easily be chalked up to a mechanical malfunction. It is a strange situation to be in.
As you ascend the final flight of stairs, you finally see another person before you. A big man in a trenchcoat is standing in front of the door to the roof. He turns around swiftly when he picks up on your arrival. You catch a look of mild surprise surfacing on his bearded face before it fades away into a stony glare. From the cautious way he holds himself, your presence seems to have put him on alert.
“H-hello?” you venture nervously, trying not to wilt under his intimidating gaze.
“You. Why are you here?” asks the man curtly.
“I just… wanted to take a breather on the rooftop.”
“Is that so?” He doesn’t seem to believe you.
That is so. But you merely nod to answer his question. The man remains silent for a while, thinking to himself while still standing in your way.
Why would this be something anyone would need to think about, you wonder, but you have the sense to keep quiet. From his rough looks, this man seems to be trouble, and that is one thing you would like to avoid.
“Well… if it is a problem, I’m okay with not going up there…” you concede.
It looks like your words drive the man to a conclusion. Looking at you, he laughs self-deprecatingly in a friendly manner. This only makes you fear, however, that he is no more a friend to you than a shark is one to a minnow. “No, it’s not a problem at all. Sorry, if I scared you, kid, but I’m a bit on edge thanks to this hospital. I didn’t see anyone else while I made my way up here, and it just felt strange.”
“Y-yeah… me too.”
“I have no problem with you going to the roof, but it’s locked.” He stands aside, showing you the sturdy door and the padlock in question. There is a hand-written
notice pasted on the door.
After the incident last week, the roof of the main building is temporarily off-limits to patients. To prevent anymore unwanted cases of wandering, the door has been locked. Staff who need to use the roof may apply for permission on a case-by-case basis and obtain the key from the general affairs office on the 6th floor.
“Well, there you have it,” shrugs the man, lines creasing his weathered face. There does not seem to be any interest in looking for the key on his part. He trots past you and down the stairs, humming an old 70s pop song as he goes.
The key can be found in the general affairs office on the sixth floor, it seems. Perhaps it is worth a try.
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A. You head for the general affairs office to look for the key. It’s the quickest and easiest way to get to the roof. It would just be weird and an indicator of a tendency to overthink things if you start considering other methods to open the door before even trying the key.
B. The lock is attached to a hasp drilled into the frame and the door. You are not confident that you are able to kick this door down – that man earlier would have a better chance – but perhaps you can find a hammer or similar instrument on the sixth floor to break the lock.
C. For some reason, memories of lockpicking appear in your mind. Were you a
thief!? That dismaying thought concerns you while you search the floor below for something you can use. This is a hospital; you might be able to fashion a pick from clamps and forceps.
D. You try to follow the man. Something about him makes you nervous – you get the feeling that he is a dangerous man, but he is also the only other person you have seen so far. The door can wait.