More Caves and Corners

I am on an adventure at some sort of specialized art school. Narrowly escaping the vampires, I skid to a halt on the metal grating covering the floor and turn the corner into a damp cave that has been turned into an admission advisor's office. The two women speaking there ignore me, and I sneak over a pile of pillows and hang on the edge of the cave, trying to prepare myself for the plunge into the icy cold river rushing by below me. A small black beetle crawls over my shoe as I swing to and fro from one arm.