“Shit shit shit I’m going to be late for class… now where was that stairwell?” Dylanhen took a right turn, the fifth one he had taken in a row, and still recognized nothing. “Did that used to be a wall?” Dylanhen gripped the side of the staircase as it suddenly spun around, changing his path yet again. He looked, baffled, over the edge. “I could have sworn I was on the 2nd floor…” A door appeared in front of him, tantalizingly labelled “66-168,” but as soon as he touched the door handle, a trapdoor opened in the floor, sending him plummeting down from the 7th story of the tower. His last thought as he plummeted to his death was “Fuck this floorplan. I need a map.”
Dylanhen died at 8:40 pm in 66-168
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