Stairwell Drop

The hallway carpet was quiet, but then I heard this echoing clang from around the corner. I slipped through the propped heavy fire door and found it—a dizzying concrete spiral dropping all the way down. Directly across from me was a thick, painted steel handrail. I didn't even overthink it; just took a quick leap, landed both feet on the cold tubular metal, and let my knees absorb the jolt. The rail has this steep downward curve that runs like a roller coaster track through the center gap. Down below, shadows drifted across the bottom steps. Best launchpad in the building, guaranteed.