Maybe it was just her imagination, but this hall sure felt narrower than the ones she was used to moving through. Longer, too. The dark stretched out way ahead, continuing beyond the weak range of her flashlight, and seemed to go on forever. It was kind of spooky. Like something out of a scary story. You know, the type where some poor sap is walking along by themselves and walks into the wrong place at the wrong time? Boy, you had to be pretty stupid to be--
Oh, she passed by a door already. Okay, maybe she should be paying attention to where she was going. Harley remembered the place she was looking for was going to be on her left, and it wasn't the first or last door. She kept her flashlight locked on the wall, waiting for doors to magically pop in from the darkness as she walked. Here! This looked like it! She grabbed the handle and proceeded to walk straight into the door, bashing her nose pretty hard.
"Owwwww!" Harley rubbed her face, glaring daggers at the door like this was all its fault. What the heck just happened? ...Whose bright idea was it to put a lock on here?! She hadn't come across too many locked doors in this place. In fact, she couldn't remember it happening ever except for the front door. What, so the people here were actually wising up and decided to lock things down so people would stop snatching their stuff? Way to be late there, docs. Not that it was going to do much good either way.
She shined her light on the lock. Welp, nothing to pick the lock with. So she'd just have to do it the old fashioned way! She lifted up the iron poker and slammed it down on the lock hard. A few strong whacks and the thing eventually snapped. Heh. Piece of cake~!




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