[directed towards its_not_watson and made_it_out!]

[dynamic_brat]

"Hurry, Ran-kun!" A Conan is tearing down a corridor with all speed. He is obviously shaken, white enough to rival the ghost, his expression distressed. "It was the infirmary upstairs--oof!"

The thing about corners is that you can't see around them. Most of the time you're fine, but once in a while you encounter something.

Or as the case may be, someone.