text: [Themes: modern]
  
  You insert the key into the keyhole near the button marked "S." It lights up, and you push it. You've never been to this floor before, but you're sure nobody's here. After all, this is a locked floor. What are the chances of any gunmen up here?
  
  *Ding!*
  
  The doors open and you see a fabulously decorated office. There's statues of a baby cupid, an enormous crystal chandelier hanging over the ivory-white carpeting, and an exquisite fountain in the center, complete with a statue of an angel peeing in the fountain. You never understood why those were so popular.
  
  You slowly walk around in awe of the office. Surprisingly, nobody is there, and the lights are off, though sunlight streams in through the enormous glass windows. You wish your office was like this.
  
  The waiting room you're standing in has a receptionist's desk with a corridor behind it leading to other offices. You quietly slip behind the desk and peer into the hallway.
  
  You may find a way out through one of the offices, or even a weapon, but you can't get by without dealing with this guard first.
  
  Shit.
  
  There's a gunman right in front of you, but his back is turned to you. He's whistling to himself as he patrols the hallway. You don't see any bodies littering the hallway. In fact, he's the only other human being you've seen on this floor.
  
  > attack the gunman from behind with the broom (if you have it)
  You ready your broom, gather your courage, and swing it on his head as hard you can.
  
  *CRACK!* The gunman falls to the ground with a satisfying thud. He's out cold. You stomp on his face for good measure, and search his pockets.
  
  Surprisingly, you don't find any kind of weapon on his body. Nor do you find any ID. So much for figuring out this group's motive. You pick up your broom, and it breaks into several pieces. Wow, you sure hit him hard.
  
  You continue on through the hallway, looking through the various rooms. You stop - you hear music. Classical music. It's quiet, but it's coming from behind one of the doors.
  
  > go in the room and investigate
  You carefully step towards the door. The key is in the lock. Readying your weapon, you quietly open the door.
  
  The music grows louder as you open the door. You stay behind the door, ready to respond to whoever's inside, but there is no response.
  
  You peek around the door, and freeze in horror.
  
  An old man stares at you from above. And by stare, his dead, vacant eyes happen to point in your direction. Held up by the noose around his neck, he swings ever so gently. His pale, dead arms lie limply at his sides. A turned over chair lies inches from his feet.
  
  A set of keys are on the ground beneath him. Maybe they fell out of his pockets when he...hung himself. You pick them up. They may come in handy.
  
  You look around the room. It's a very nice corner office, with an enormous safe mounted in the wall.
  
  Your eyes widen as you look out the window. A scaffold used by window washers is right outside the window. You could take this right now to the ground!
  
  > take the scaffold down to the floor
  You open the window, and jump into the scaffold. The scaffolding swings and wobbles dangerously, but stays level.
  
  You look at the ground. Even from 90-some stories up you can hear the sirens. Police cars surround the building, and several police and news helicopters buzz around the building like flies. You're sure some of them can see you.
  
  You take a look at the controls on the scaffold. It doesn't look too hard. You pull the lever one way to ascend, the other to descend. You clip yourself in with one of the leashes on the scaffold. You don't envision yourself falling off, but you can't be too careful. You pull the lever and begin to descend gently.
  
  As you descend, you peer in the windows that slowly pass by you. You see an empty office. You see a couple people slumped in their desks with pools of blood all around them. You see a man five feet away from you with a gun. He's looking at you. He raises the gun.
  
  Shit.
  
  You jam the lever down and the scaffold races down. It's not at free fall, but you could easily jump and fall away from it, were you not clipped in.
  
  You decide that's enough and pull down on the lever hard. Too hard. The scaffold stops but the lever breaks clean off. You're about 2 stories off the ground. You can see the anxious faces of people on the ground, many of whom have their phones pointed at you. The nerve of these guys! They're filming your peril!
  
  You're stuck. You're not sure how you can get out of this.
  
  You look in one of the windows. You see a gunman in there staring at you. It's almost like he's forgotten how to be a terrorist. You lock eyes, and then he grabs his gun and begins fumbling with it. He's going to try to shoot you, and you're stuck on that scaffold!
  
  > jump off the scaffold
  You're not going to wait for the gunman to ready his gun and shoot you. You step over the rail and the crowd gasps collectively.
  
  There's nothing but concrete below you, but that can't stop you. You're determined to get as far away from the terrorists, from this building as quickly as you can.
  
  You take a deep breath, and leap off the balcony.
  
  Time seems to go in slow motion as you plummet down. The crowd screams fill your ears. You see the news cameras pointing at you, descending down, down, down, as you do.
  
  The ground approaches you, closer and closer. "Freedom," it appears to gently tell you. "Reach me and your ordeal will be over." It looks so soft and gentle, you think to yourself.
  
  Unfortunately a loud *CRACK!* pierces the air as you hit the ground, fracturing your ankles first, as the shock shatters your spine and neck upon impact. You lie on the ground, unmoving. You can't feel your body at all. The crowd of people close in on you, as you close your eyes for the last time.
  
  You are dead.