Vulture is perched atop his stepladder, Room 3 engulfed in smoke. The Bird leader looms over you, a joint held between his slender, claw-like fingers. "Greetings." He hums, leaning towards you to study you better. Room 3 feels cave-like and claustrophobic, this Birds' nest filled to the ceiling with tall potted plants, windows covered by thick black velvet curtains and the air forever humid.