Toby was in his room, working on a taxidermy project of his. It was late at night, so he thought the sounds of footsteps he believed he heard were just the old mansion settling. But when he heard the door to the room next door open and close, that made Toby pause. No, he wasn't imagining stuff, there was someone else away. Normally he wouldn't have gave much thought or even remotely cared; however he knew his next door neighbor had been out all day, much longer than you normally would've.