His legs hurt, but it was all worth it for the dimmer lights and quieter buzzing sound. He’s tired, very tired, but hey, he’ll get rest.

A camcorder in hand, Brian turns it on. His prized possession, and he was so lucky to have it on him before he’d gotten here.

Oh, yeah… his dad had gave him it days before he noclipped, but… speaking of that, what time was it? He doesn’t even remember the day he fell through the stairs into this complex area, trying to remember as he continued to walk.