Re: Near the stairs
Stefan had been having a pretty uneventful night. He still spent much of his time working, although now that so many people knew what he did, he was less willing to say where he was going. No one could be mad at him if they didn't really know what he was up to, now could they? This was another such night, a night where he simply told Illy he was going out, and they both left it at that.
The sound of sirens were growing closer as he came to entrance but he paid it no mind. Ambulances went by all the time; this was probably no different. What he hadn't expected when he opened the door was for the lobby to be a complete clusterfuck, like a whirlwind of chaos came and went, decimating bystanders in its way. People were bleeding and groaning and while he could see some vaguely familiar faces, they were all people he had seen in passing. No one he knew.
That is, until he laid eyes on Ileana and Cole. "Shit, shit, shit," he muttered in a rush and scrambled toward them. "What the fuck? What the fuck? What the ever loving fuck, Cole?!" Now was probably not the best time to ask questions with really long answers but his brain was having trouble comprehending the scene in front of him. When in doubt, blame Cole. "What happened?"