Go through the back door

You sneakily creep towards the back door. Atop the lonely pebbled patio, you slowly

pull on the door handle.

It creaks open and you cautiously walk inside, out of the cold.

...

You're in a long, dark hallway. For some odd reason, there is a reddish glow coming

off the walls. You can hear the faint laughter and giggling of women on the floors above

you, with no apparent respect for night time curfew.

The hallway before you is lined with non-descript doors. At the other end, there

appears to be a dim reddish light coming under the door.

Before you can decide what to do, you hear a faint noise coming from behind

one of the doors. But, just as quickly, the noise fades before you can readily

discern it.