Mora's steps were light, almost euphoric, on the slick, polished marble floors of the Tower. Remembering where Elfar's apartment was because of those creepy markings on the door, she ducked in and retrieved her suitcase. Apparently, no one bothered to lock their homes here. She didn't want to leave anything of herself behind—not even quickly purchased clothing and toiletries from Walmart.
She saw no one as she sped along the corridor toward a door at the end, hopefully one that would lead her out of this madhouse. If she could find her way back to the gates, she could make it to the airport and be saved and be done with her life.
The door opened into what appeared to be a tall, spiraling staircase. Statues of men, women, and... well, creatures stood in dimly lit alcoves. In fact, the whole staircase was dark. Her foot hesitated on the first step, but she couldn't retreat now. Elfar's words rang in her head, She won't get far.