Head inside

Stepping inside, Ethan makes for the reception desk. The same woman from yesterday is there, wearing a dress that looks a few decades out of fashion. She looks like a 1960s secretary, but she's actually pulling it off.

“Hi, I'm here for-”

The woman reached under the desk producing a very small envelope. “Key is in here.” She holds it out for Ethan to take.

“Key?” Ethan asked, taking the envelope.

“For the basement,” She turns back to her computer. “End of the hall. On the left. Down the stairs you'll find the room labeled ‘storage.’ Please return the key once you're done,” she glances over, “Any questions?”

Ethan can think of a few, but… “Nope.”

She looks back at her screen. “If you need something I'll be here.”

Key in hand, Ethan nods, awkwardly walking away.