This room is a lot bigger than you expected it to be. Bookcases line the walls from end to end. The shelves' contents have clearly been disturbed before by some endeavouring urban explorers. It looks like they already made off with any books of note if the gaps in the collection are anything to go by. You hope you haven't been beaten to the punch with the safe as well.

The bookcases face a podium in the centre of the room, atop of which sits a wooden box. You're curious about its contents, and whether they've been ransacked or not. Not expecting much, you thumb open its lid, and at first, you're disappointed. Nothing's in there, just a mess of torn up paper. But as you let the lid fall shut, a word, clear as day, catches your eye, and you flip the box back open, suddenly intrigued. The word on its own doesn't amount to anything, but with your second look, you notice that some of the lines on the separate scraps match up. Following your hunch, you hunker down in front of the podium and work towards piecing the paper together.