SAH 107

[saferinside]

The light is a bit brighter in this room, save for the way it flickers as if a moth beating its wings hopelessly within a spider's web. The detritus spreading across the floor seems to lay a path towards desk sitting pressed up against a wall, the chair pushed back as if only recently vacated.

Nothing about the room seems an overt threat— in fact, there's very little worth mentioning besides an old, ornate phonograph gathering dust in the corner. It plays soft music when anyone approaches, which shakes the room a little more than it probably should.

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