Patrolling with Ellie in the warm, golden, summer hue, an abandoned music store comes into view.

Two bored teens and a desolate building during an incredibly dull patrol. What could go wrong?

Dragging yourselves inside, it's hard not to gawk at everything. CDs, vinyls, instruments, all adorn the lower floor on the interior, blue carpet worn and neglected.

Ellie's sure if she weren't in this world, and maybe one where everything was normal, she'd totally live in one of these.

Free access to Sick Habit vinyls whenever she wants? Who could say no to that.

Floorboards creek beneath the two as you walk across the upper level. Ellie's soft shuffles coming to a sudden halt.

Something caught her attention.

Looming over an old, but juxtaposingly new guitar, she lets the pads of her fingers run along the smooth, dusty wood, callouses feeling along the imprints.