You move back to the door you came through, only to find it now leads to a smothly polished wooden wall.
You slam the door in frustration.
You hear a gasp behind you.
One of the small mosaics of glass that simply showed you a slightly warped view of the room now has light along the edges of it. The shadow in the center moves, draws back and you see a gaunt face peering back at you, drawn tight with horror.
It's the figure from the desk. They've noticed you?
They flee to the NORTH, scattering paper in their wake.
You notice the paper fluttering listlessly to the ground even through the regular glass panels. You hear a door slam.
