If this mansion has such a door, and I certainly hope it does.

[ august plans to climb up the stairs and see what else awaits them, but the sound of wood being slammed on — the way he hears it break in some parts as well — already warns him that more are coming. they must hurry out of the area already, or he should deal with them at the very least. it's the reason why he jumps over the rail and double checks the storage room beneath the stars: the door is unlocked, but lockable. there's food and water in some of the boxes as well as kerosene and a lighter. interesting stock this place has.

it does, however, give him an idea. one that he's sure wendy wouldn't agree too, which is why he walks over towards her and immediately scoops the woman up in his arms. ]

Come with me. [ as if he gives her a choice with how tight he holds her, his walk brisk towards the storage room. the door sounds weaker and weaker in such a short time alongside the footsteps growing. once he's inside the room, august places her down. ] Stay here and let me deal with the problem, all right?

[ a short pause, and then he brings out the whistler. from there he opens her hand and places it in hers alongside two magazines. ]

Just in case I somehow, though a delusional thought, miss one.