Well, the I'm not about to let a locked door stop me, not when I finally had a chance to do something normal and have friends.

I circled back through the empty packhouse, trying different exits. The side doors were locked, the back entrance required a keycard, even the kitchen door had some kind of security system that beeped angrily when I tried the handle.

"This is ridiculous," I muttered, climbing the stairs back to the second floor. "It's like living in a prison."

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