Vestry Roof Escape Ladder

The rusted iron ladder juts from the vestry roof's edge, its rungs worn smooth by decades of weather and infrequent use. Its paint has chipped away in patches, revealing pitted metal that glints dully under moonlight. The ladder sways slightly when Ace first tests its weight, the metal groaning in protest at human contact. It clatters against the brickwork as she ascends, each rung's hollow echo cutting through the night air as she climbs with desperate speed, the haemovores' snarls growing louder behind her. The ladder's precarious angle suggests it serves more for emergency egress than regular ascent.