Humpty dropped the glass he was holding, and ran towards the noise. It was nerve-wrecking - the noise. It seemed to permeate through the walls, like the whining from a faulty motor. The first thought that came to his mind was that it was only his imagination. "It couldn't possibly be this loud", he thought. "It's real alright".
He reached the bottom of the seemingly never-ending flight of stairs and followed the sound. It seemed to lead him outside the hostel.
Now I'd like to introduce the way this novel works. Of the two (or more, depending on whether someone adds an option) choices below, you - the reader chooses which one to follow.