The booming sounds of crowds cheering, the blaring buzzers, and the hundreds of footsteps on the pool deck fill your ears as you step out from under the door. You press your back against the wet, tiled wall and inch your way under the first set of bleachers you can see. By the looks of it, this was a pretty serious event, dozens of teams were packed around the pool each with their respective benches to sit on. The girls sitting above you and crowding the deck up ahead were all clad in navy blue swimsuits and looked to be from the area if not from the local swim club itself. There was no way you'd brave the open deck, it was a minefield of people walking to and from the starting blocks or just gathering around to talk and cheer on teammates. Looking at the seats above you, you saw only 5 or so students sitting down, eating lunch, or just scrolling on their phones. The bottom of the bench was covered in an assortment of towels, clothes, and shoes worn by the swimmers.

You should probably get the attention of one of them, the easiest way, you saw, was to scale the rusty metal framework under the benches to the top...