[Pushing hard it begins to slide, though there's the sound of something light fall, small pieces of porcelain dropping against the hardwood floor. They're able to move it enough to reveal the door that was hidden behind it, though Makoto seems to go down to a knee, her leg had gone from fine splinters to cracked completely, it jutted at a slightly unnatural angle several gaps visible where pieces had fallen away. She winced a little, trying to stand on, bracing herself against the bookshelf and putting her weight on the other one.]

Hope this is it.