The staircase is made of an old wood, creaking with every footstep. Fortunately, it isn't that long, though Alaedra is allowed a quick look at the second floor, where fiends are rushing huge stacks of paperwork to each other as though it is actually important. People seem to be sorting things from box to box, and dumping piles of paper into a small furnace.<br/><br/>Making her way up to the third floor, there is one door right in front of the stairs. Standing in front of it, a young lady is staring, moving her white-gloved fingers as though preparing to tackle something very difficult. She is wearing a black uniform of some variety, adorned with silver decorations. At one side, there is a sabre, at the other, a riding crop. She has red hair, tied back in a ponytail, and wears a black military cap.<br/><br/>"I know there's a scythe there. It said so. But yet... I just can't find it. How can I be sure I'm not going to be hacked in two the moment I open it?"