Her voice moved down the empty halls, coming back to her somewhat distorted. For a moment, her ears deceive her, and she'd swear she hears, "Hell now." In that disembodied echo that her voice had become.

The building is old, derelict. The walls are plain and white, though odd stains decorate here and there. Some are a light muddy brown, while others are so dark, they are almost black. This place is well illuminated, despite the lack of apparent windows.

Various innocuous equipment is scattered over the floors. Old machines are haphazardly placed. Despite being empty for quite some time, there is no debris in the halls or rooms that suggest teens or other curious folk have been in here. Decidedly odd, that fact.