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I tilted my head, giving a small nod. Kyle reached out and pressed the spine of a blue book. It shifted. Slide inward. A soft, mechanical click followed, and the entire bookshelf trembled before slowly pulling away—revealing a hidden door concealed behind it. My breath caught. Kyle stepped closer, gripping the golden doorknob. He twisted it twice in opposite directions. Click. The sound echoed softly in the stillness. Then, with a long, creaking sigh— the door opened. My jaw fell open the moment I stepped inside.

I noticed something while searching for the Library door. Apart from the main entrance to the mansion and the main hall, all the doors in the Avereza Mansion are of the same size. I said before that the door is actually a book but it's really a door designed in such a way that it looks like a book. It's made to look like an open book and there are 6 rectangular spaces placed in triangles on the door. Three on one side of the door, 3 on the other side of the door. Another rectangular space was found not on the door but on an anvil-like stone block in front of the door. I am pretty sure this book I have right now goes there.

It simply wasn’t in his nature. Ostensibly talking to Clare but really thinking aloud, he repeated some of the things he had noticed about the door earlier. “The pins for the hinges are on the outside, as well as the screws for the doorknob. That definitely doesn’t work in our favor. The door itself isn’t an exact fit for the frame, there’s a little bit of space all the way around. I think I can see some kind of slide lock or deadbolt.” “You’re right,” Clare said. “Whenever Big Daddy comes or goes, I hear him sliding the lock.”

“Still need to seal the windows. Morwen wants to check the wards. But the bones are there.” I stepped forward, fingers brushing the smooth railing of the porch. “Leo,” I whispered. “It’s beautiful.” He relaxed a fraction. “It’s… ours,” he said quietly. “If you want it.” I moved slowly, taking in the details. The doorframe had little carvings along the sides—tiny leaves, moons, and, I realized, books. A wolf’s profile tucked among them. Inside, the air smelled like fresh wood and possibility. There was a main room, open and bright despite the trees outside, with a corner clearly meant for a reading chair—a built‑in window seat with cushions already in place.

I tried a different angle, pressing it against the door handle. Still no response. "What's wrong? Is it demagnetized?" I anxiously moved the card around the door crack. "Such a high-end apartment, and the door lock quality is this poor?" I had been tired all day, my arms were sore, and I still had to carry this heavy stack of books. My patience was gradually running out. "Please, just open the door!" Just as I was about to give up and put down the books to call the lobby manager. "Click."

Lila cried, grabbing my arm. “Move, Lila.” I shoved her gently aside. I kicked it again, right near the deadbolt. This time, I heard the satisfying *crack* of splintering mahogany. I didn't stop. I threw my shoulder into it, the sheer adrenaline making the pain in my cast-covered arm feel like a distant, dull hum. With one final, violent surge of strength, the frame gave way. The door swung open with a crash, the heavy wood hitting the interior marble floor with a sound that felt like victory.

It is recommended that you slowly back away from the scene while lugging a loaf of bread, a jar of peanut butter, and a bunch of bananas. "Ok." He chuckles. "Would You Perhaps Require Some Assistance?" He asks. "Nope. I'm good." I express myself too hastily. When I was almost there, I accidently brushed up against the door frame. At that point, I was almost there. When I swiftly enter the room and slam the door behind me, I grin and giggle a little bit to myself as I do so. I let out a sigh as I wait for the door to open and lean against the door as I do so.

I picture walking freely. But the pictures are fuzzy and hard to hold. Just as I'm about to scream into the void for the hell of it, he opens the door. I didn't even hear a key or a lock click. He fills the doorway, like, the whole width and height of the door. Which, I guess, is pretty damn impressive. Wait, no, did I just complement this thing? No, it's worse. I think he actually looks hot leaning into the room, as even the light bends to his will. I've officially lost it.

AXEL’S POV: The door creaked slightly as I pushed it open, revealing a modest bathroom. I clicked the door shut behind me and leaned heavily against it despite the sting in my legs. My chest heaved as I exhaled, eyes darting over the bathroom's simple layout.

There are no windows to escape from or air vents … the floor looks to be made or a smooth layer of cement. Biting my lip, I look back at the wardrobe door as an idea comes to mind. I don’t know if it will work, but I might as well try. With a powerful and swift kick, the wardrobe door shatters off the hinges, splintering into fresh pieces. I grab one, hoping it will work as I wedge it in the small crack of the door. “Contestant Soley, Please move away from the door,” a robotic voice comes through the speaker. I run, charging towards it as I land a foot on the wood, ready to propel up and shatter the lock. Before I can succeed, I hear the clicks of the lock opening before a puff of air and th