She loses it, but you escape

Listening to her speak, you feel goose imps crawling up your arm. She had seemed nice enough, but the longer you stood in this room, secluded and only available to staff, the more you realized this situation was rather dangerous. Maybe she wasn’t as nice as she had seemed.

As she looks away from you, you begin making your way towards the door. Quietly, slowly, as casually as you can make it look while being quiet. Your hand is on the doorknob when you turn and see her emerging from her thoughts, a crashing nearly making you jump as she fully returns to reality. Her own large breasts had knocked the mug from its precarious position, but her eyes swap quickly from the mug, to you. You can see the rage in her eyes, and you quickly open the door, slamming it behind you before running down the hall.

You can hear noises behind you, a somewhat muffled, as if trying to hold back, scream of frustration. You find the nearest staircase, bolting inside and heading up to the second floor. You take a quick rest, not hearing anyone following you, and try to catch your breath. Well, you’re not going back there, but where do you go? You remember your first class was supposed to be some history class, but do you manage to find it on your own? Or does someone else find you first?