Reaching the end of the corridor, she came out on an open area, standing on the third floor. 

There was a bridge in the middle, the sort where she half expected for one of the larger gangsters from her world to jump on to have a mano e mano fight with her. It was odd and a bit disturbing to not have a whole lot of gangs roaming around trying to ambush her. It was akin to having to seeing and dodging tigers in a specific place your whole life, but then having those tigers being gone from that spot. There was a sense of paranoia that started to creep in, along with the ever nagging question of 'what if'. What if they kick down that door and hit her in the back? What if they bust down from the ceiling and kick her in the head? What if they break through the floor and proceed to bite her legs?

It didn't matter for now, for she could see a whole lot of books on the ground floor, in a room just after the group of anons milling about down there.

What sort of hint would she get there? It was a slim chance, but hopefully it was about what the wish machine was, and how it functioned. Or perhaps, a way to win without actually killing her opponents. If the machine [i]consumed[/i] souls in exchange for a wish, then she would have to destroy it utterly and refuse the tournament. Not the first time the world seemed out to destroy her after all, nor the first time the bearers of the God Hands faced seemingly impossible odds. But for now, all she needed to do first, was get to that room full of books.

"Nothing's ever easy for me, huh?"

Without hesitation, she dropped down from the third floor, landing gracefully on the ground floor, amidst a group of those so called anons.

"My, it is such a wonderful day, isn't it? I hope you don't mind me dropping in."

Juniper walked nonchalantly forwards with a soft smile on her scarred face, heading towards the room with books. While she looked as carefree as can be, her muscles were tensed and ready to spring into action when needed.