Pick a bedroom. Witness an event.

You open the door into a small foyer. A furnished living room opens on one side, while a small dining room opens on the other. A set of stairs leads upwards in front of you, and a hallway extends further into the cottage.

Figuring that bedrooms are likely upstairs, you carry your case up. At the top of the stairs there is a small landing with three doors. One is standing open, revealing a bathroom, the other two are closed, at either end of the landing.

You leave your case at the top of the stairs and open the other two doors, finding the furnished bedrooms you expected. They look pretty much identical, and with a mental shrug you choose the one on the left. You toss your case on the bed and open the window to let in fresh air while you unpack.

It takes no more than a few minutes to put your clothes away and your case in the closet. You stand by the window and look out, deciding what to do with the rest of the day. It's an unexpected bonus to have the cottage to yourself, and you smile as your mind runs over the possibilities.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sounds of running feet outside. You look down to see a young redhead, her face distraught, jogging down the path in front of the cottage, glancing back over her shoulder. Before she passes, you take in several things. She is dressed in shorts and a tank top that appears to be smeared with blood or red paint. As she runs she wipes tears away from her face. And the expression on her face as she glances back is not one of fear but of anger and possibly disgust or shame.

In a moment she has run by your cottage and out of sight, heading in the direction of the main campus.

Could there be an opportunity here?