Emily climbed the wall, her fangs and tail grabbing a hold of anything that would stabilize her.
Reaching an open window, she opened it silently and entered inside.
The room she entered was pitch black but her feline eyes could see a clearing, the smell of old boxes filled the room, and dust and cobwebs covered them, making her think she entered an old storeroom of the factory.
She waved the cobwebs as she moved forward, she turned the knob and it was locked from the outside.
Frowning she squatted, looking through the keyhole, seeing the kind of lock it was she was confident to open it.
She removed a pin in her hair, straightened the pin slotted it into the keyhole, her eyes turned in the direction of the lock, and she heard the sounds as she turned the pin.
After a minute, the pin clicked. Her eyes brightened as the lock gave way. She turned the handle and opened the door.
