the waiting room

you choose to enter the old building. you push past rusty industrial doors that open with groans of protest, and find yourself in a small waiting room. there are pamphlets and old papers scattered on the floor. the air is thick with dust and the walls themselves seem ready to fall in and crush you at any moment. behind you is the still-open front door, and at the opposite end of the room is a pair of rusty double doors that lead to the rest of the building. anxiety creeps into your chest, you feel like this is your last chance to leave.

go back outside

continue to the main hallway

look at a pamphlet