With determination coursing through your veins, you embark on the treacherous ascent towards the rooftop entrance. The journey to the roof is a delicate dance with danger, each step meticulously placed, while the deep crevasses in the walls present a challenge that sends a wave of adrenaline coursing through your veins. The wind howls around you, imbuing the air with a fierce chill; it whistles in your ears, drowning out the gentle footsteps you take.
You grip tightly to the building's exterior decorations, their sharp, ornamental edges biting into your flesh as you struggle to hoist yourself upwards. Your muscles burn with effort, sweat beads threaten to obscure your vision, but you persist, driven by the thundering heartbeats that possess your chest like a symphony of drums.
Finally, with strength drained from your extremities but your spirit soaring, you haul yourself over the ledge and onto the rooftop. Your silent victory is drowned beneath the city's cacophony - distant echoes of conversations, car engines, and the murmur of a world that knows nothing of your plight.
The rooftop unfolds before you, a labyrinth of vents and skylights, each a potential path into the museum or a trap masquerading as an opportunity. Deception and danger lie hidden in the darkness, leaving you with two potential routes: a small air vent, easily accessible, which could lead to a locked room, or a skylight that requires a more difficult climb but promises swift entry.
As your eyes dart between your choices, the cool night air brushes your cheeks, painting a mosaic of goosebumps on your skin. Your fate hinges on this choice, and the fleeting seconds of decision weigh heavily upon you like an eternity.
Crawl through the small air vent.
Scale the wall to reach the skylight.