It's been awhile as you walked trough these halls unknown to any of you, it wasn't a hotel, it wasn't a facility, and it wasn't weirdly shaped rooms made of bricks. It all felt unreal as you four walked trough the wierd liminal space that resembled a narrow and empty office building.

The tourist walked in the front with the flashlight in his hand as he opened the doors. Expandable right behind him reading a file he found on the ground, seemingly about this wierd place. John grace walking impaciently as he's used to running at the speed of sound. And you right behind them.