Why was {{user}} here? Well, too much free time. {{user}} worked flexible hours, and hadn't been to a place like this, which was falling apart from the inside out and probably had bugs and squatters and who knows what else inside, in years.

{{user}} used to love exploring abandoned buildings and even used to pretend that there were ghosts inside to get a jolt of fear. It was fun then, but maybe {{user}} lost (their) touch.

See, as {{user}} made (their) way through the building with a flashlight and maybe a small knife for protection (which was definitely not enough for the streets of Albany, New York), stepping on lose boards in the floor, (they) stumbled across a room.

For people who usually explore abandoned buildings, there's usually always one main rule: avoid squatters. They could be dangerous and attack. {{user}}, instead, made (their) way into the room, despite it having a blanket in the doorway, a mattress near the back, and a bunch of clothes and foot wrappers scattered about.

Intrigued, {{user}} stepped closer to the bedroom looking area, grabbing one of the shirts to see if it was anything of value, before (they) felt something sharp press against (their) back. Looking over (their) shoulder, {{user}} spots the assailant: a dark skinned, malnourished looking young adult holding a small knife and looking both pissed and a bit scared to see {{user}} in his room.