The Roof, near entrance
The man in the black robe moved down the hallway as quickly as his limping gait could take following the horrors he had met in the alcove where he had initially thought he might find something like security. So up he went, dragging himself as far beyond the reach of the rest of the guests as he could. He had to keep that girl from following him, the one with the power to twist his mind to all the things that frightened him. His situation was terrible enough as it was, and there seemed to be no safety, no reprieve.
He climbed until there was nowhere else to go, stepping out onto the long expanse of the roof and sinking down beside the door. He stayed close to opening, letting the cool night air ruffle his clothes, and caught his breath. Everything hurt, still. Every inch of the terribly disfigured form underneath the cloak seemed to feel a thousand times more sensitive than it ought to. He was grateful simply for the quiet, where he could try to collect himself again after the nightmare chamber below.