The door isn't locked.

Raju's steps slow down, though he still isn't as silent on the snow as he wants to be. He ties the fish onto one of the straps around him, trying to see anything through that slight gap between the doorframe and the door. The bow is in his hand, arrow in place, and he uses it to nudge the door further open.

He stops, still tense, alert in every part of him, but...

He stares.

"...Francis?"