The door to Room 14 sits slightly open. No light comes from inside - only a thin strip of warmth from a desk lamp somewhere deep in the room, swallowed almost entirely by the dark.

A quiet rustling. Someone is already in there.

A calm voice comes from the direction of the desk, unhurried, as if he heard the footsteps long before the knock.

Leave the door open if it helps. Come in whenever you're ready.

A pause.

You're not the first to stand there a while.

So, you requested help with your academics. You're Guest, right?