Left, which lead to an office.

(chapter originally by Misayaka on writing.com)

Naoto's progress was very slow going. Every inch she moved closer to the vent felt as if it increased the chill around her, which had already been significant. Still, she was more than halfway there, so she spurned herself on, and was soon crawling at a steady pace.

Then she stopped shy of the vent, and leaned forward to peek into it. An empty office with a table, a television, and a closed door. It was completely empty.

Naoto saw no time to waste. She reached back with both hands, then shoved at the grating with all her might, pushing the sealed exit open. The vented door swung out to the left, allowing her immediate exit. Fighting back a shiver, the short-haired female climbed out without delay, finally landing on her feet to look around the room. As her hands rubbed her sides in a vain attempt to keep warm, she took stock of the room's contents.

It was really just what she saw from the vent; a TV, a table, and the exit... and a closet in the corner.

That seemed her best bet, rather than waltzing out into the halls without anything on. Except as she approached the closet, the TV clicked on.

There was static, then a shadowy outline appeared, as if beckoning Naoto to go over for a closer look.

Stopping just shy of the closet, the young detective...