Your perception of the mysterious Fleishchers Slaughterhouse appears to be vacant after spending several minutes watching the surrounding area. Whether there were mysterious people arriving or leaving the building, all of you surmise that going forward was in your best interest. The tall warehouse was looming and foreboding in every sense of the word. Finding the doors to be locked, you would need strength to enter the closed door. It seemed that the doors were locked from the outside in. Someone made quick haste to hinder any further passes into the building. Moving detris and boards with other common commodities. Removing the obstructions you listen to hear if there are any voices coming from within. Not able to budge the door with your strength or implement, you look around and see a window opening roughly 8 feet in the air. It is tall enough to need rope but not as tall that climbing the rope cannot be established. Fastening the rope to a stone, you needed the weight of the stone to heft the rope in the air and through the open window. As the rock assails through the air a soft thudding sound reverberates against the open sill. Taking the opportunity scale the window, you will are at the middle level. Coming inside the room, you see an age old sign of meat racks hanging from the ceiling. The room is full of boxes as the smell of old meat permeate the air, there is nothing to note in this room save the cobwebs and scant degree of dust and clutter. There are stairs going up and down near each other.
