i got eyes on the back of my head type shi 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

I slipped through the open gap into the corridor. The floor here was cold, smooth concrete with painted white numbers marking each door. At the far end, an iron staircase twisted downwards into a deep spiral. I moved low along the baseboard, avoiding the center of the hall, until reaching the vertical metal balusters of the railing. Pausing to gauge the drop, I reached out and gripped a matte black rung. It was solid, ice-cold to the touch. Below, five flights of steps framed an unbroken vertical shaft. A perfect vantage, shielded by iron bars.