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I gulp as I look at how high this building is. It looks like it could fall apart from its crutches any minute now. The foundation is cracking and so are the walls. Bricks are packed in one corner and in another are brass poles.

I place my foot on the rusted metallic ladder and it squeaks and wobbles beneath my weight. Shit! Why is there seriously no other way up?

I ignore the sound and hold onto the bars, trying to slowly make my way up. I hold my breath in case that adds to my weight and this thing collapses. After a few treacherous minutes, I finally reach the top floor and sigh in relief.

I look around and take in my surroundings. Leaking roof, clear sky, short wall surrounding and protecting one from falling the edges, although there are a few that stand alone as if they were dividing rooms. Just like at the first floor, there's also piles of bricks and poles. There's also an empty table and a steel chair next to it.

Me - I'm here, where are you?