There is one door that might catch her attention as she walks. It provides something of a break for the eye from the monotony of doors, lining either side of the corridor like row upon row of closed eyes.
The one door is on her right.
It is slightly ajar, enough so that the lock-plate glints dull golden, in a flash of brass.
And hanging on the doorknob is a little sign, made of paper, with three kanji clearly printed on it.
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Date: 2005-07-05 01:26 am (UTC)The one door is on her right.
It is slightly ajar, enough so that the lock-plate glints dull golden, in a flash of brass.
And hanging on the doorknob is a little sign, made of paper, with three kanji clearly printed on it.