Elijah had been doing his own thing, drawing the scene in the room from his perspective. Even when the little bird flew onto the window sill he added it into his canvas, finding the crow rather beautiful in the midsts of the drawing. Something secret, something hidden, but adding a touch of life to the room that was particularly dull. All of the toys were extremely old, and the floor was wet a molded, and he feared if he walked to far in it might collapse from under him.<br/><br/>Not to mention the book shelf was to dusty and Sadly  the books looked rather molded over, ripped apart, and destroyed from whether. Left to rot and unloved for ages. The bed in the room was just a wooden frame without even a matress or box spring inside of it. The rocking chair across the room was busted up and ome of the legs were completely gone. There were roaches, spiders, puddles of water, ripped up carpets and the light fixture was coming out of the ceiling. This place was the definition of a wreck.<br/><br/><br/>Elijah lifted his head looking around when he heard the noise. Then he looked up and saw the man behind him, letting out a startled gasp, how ever he looked relativly calm. He shyly hugged his sketch book to his chest with his arms, not knowing hed been watching him. "H-Hi....i didnt see you there...." He said pushing his glasses up the brim of his nos trying to hide his red cheeks. Then suddenly the thought ofcured to him and he got a better look at Kristpoh. "Hey...were you the one in that locked room?  "He said beginging to stand as he stared blanlly up at him. "Theres a K om the door...and So I thought...well that maybe..."He didnt finish laying a hand on his cheek as he waited for a reply.