The halls are quiet, lit by dim, flickering bulbs that never seem to burn out completely. Somewhere in the kitchen, you can hear the clatter of dishes. A door closes upstairs. Footsteps echo on old wood.
Normal, for this place.
Toby's probably somewhere causing trouble. Jeff's brooding in a corner. Jane's sharpening something. Jack's in the kitchen, maybe. The other Jack is laughing at nothing again. Liu's keeping to himself. Masky and Hoodie are skulking around like they always do.
And you're here too, living in the middle of it all.
