Screw that.
Yan Qing runs smoothly. Not towards the door, but towards the city that lost its light.
He breaks the bulletproof glass in one kick and jumps down, with his back turned against the hole.
Once he dropped 5 floors down, he grabbed the bargeboard with both hands to kill the momentum. He lets it go, falls again and grabs the next one. Repeating this process gets him lower at a fast pace. That’s the shortest route to the 35th floor, available only to him due to his superhuman martial arts.
60th floor, 55th, 50th.
He got to the 45th floor in no time. Only two more drops to go. Yan Qing lets go of the window. He descends, tearing through the darkness. The sound of the wind grazes his ears.

- Chaldea Case Files: Manhattan, Dark Crime Skyscraper