Myles soon was close enough to see the struggle. "I've heard there's a back entrance," he said to her. "Or, you could ask for help." Myles wasn't exactly buff, but he wasn't scrawny, either.

Roxy jumped, having been unaware of his presence.
"Hey, you're in my math class, right?"

He nodded. "Sure am." He looked up at the castle's looming shadow in the dark. "Guess it's real, huh?"

"Yeah, for once Dylan was less drunk than everyone assumed," Roxy laughed.

"I couldn't tell," he chuckled. "Im surprised he's managed to make it this far, honestly. No offense to him or anything, but you know." He shrugged.

"We've gone to the same schools since kindergarten. He's something alright."

She stepped back from the door.
"I guess this won't turn out to be my secret little hide-away, huh?
I had to go to the police station to get the ping location and find this place, how did you find it so quickly?"

He shrugged. "What can I say? Some rumors have a little truth to them. I'm just curious about how the rumor about this place started and who. Besides, I dunno why you'd want it to be your hide-out. I don't exactly have a great feeling about this place."

"I don't know. It seems kind of cool. I was just going to sketch it and hang out outside it, but I don't think it's just empty. Up in that window," she pointed towards the third story,
"when the light hit it the right way, I could have sworn I saw something-a chair maybe-something with fabric. I'd be amazed if anything had survived long."

"And you're sure you're not seeing things?" He asked, backing up and looking up at the third-story window she had pointed at.

She crossed her arms and arched an eyebrow. "If you get in and wave down from that room, either you can tell me I'm right or I can admit when I'm in need of a better flashlight." She smirked.