Sirin led him to a side entrance that seemed less monitored.
The door was supposed to be locked but Sirin produced a key with practiced ease. They slipped inside as Reinhard ducking his head to avoid being spotted by anyone passing outside.
Thankfully, the hallway inside was empty. Soft carpet muffled their footsteps as Sirin guided him up two flights of stairs then down a corridor lined with numbered doors. Muffled conversations and laughter leaked from various rooms but no one emerged to catch them.
"Here," Sirin whispered while stopping at door 317. She unlocked it then practically pulled Reinhard inside before closing and locking it behind them.
Her room was larger than his. A proper desk sat by the window covered in books and research notes. The bed was neatly made with several pillows arranged precisely. A bookshelf dominated one wall with volumes organized by some system only Sirin understood. The space smelled faintly of jasmine tea.
