Bestial grunts and scuttling feet were the only sounds that echoed in the hollowness of "Edwin's" apartment.

It was dangerous to go in. Foolish even. People went in Apt. 31 didn't come back. Not to mention the foul smell.

People wondered where Edwin went. What happened to him. He had let others rent some of his equipment after all, though he was always a bit of a priss about it.

The sound of far too many footsteps followed you as you investigated the seemingly empty apartment. Nothing seemed to be amiss, other than the glaring lack of Edwin's presence. Sometimes you swore you could feel someone breathing on your back or the clinks and clanks of something metal. It made you shiver.

You turned the light off as you were about to leave. And the darkness revealed all the apartment's secrets to you.

The Stargazer lets out a low, droning sound, scuttling around on its many appendages and with its telescopes twisting and magnifying toward anything that moved.

It grunted at your presence. It didn't chase, didn't run after you, just shambled toward you slowly in a grotesque display of purpose.

Edwin always liked purpose.