"Are you sure we<span style="font-style: italic">aren't</span>dead?" Salem asked, not sounding too sure that they had survived the encounter with the thing in the hall. He stepped out into the street, swiping his club from the ground as he did so. It had rolled to about the end of the alleyway, and with it once again in his hands, he felt at least marginally safer. Where were they? What was this place? Salem didn't have a goddamn clue, but despite the feeling of unease he got from simply being there, he had to admit the style of the buildings was absolutely fabulous.<br/><br/>Thinking aloud, Salem commented on the desolate appearance of the place. "Does anyone even live here?" He approached the window of one of the buildings and peered inside, squinting as he tried to see through the dark within. Nothing inside was lit, but he could make out vague outlines. A sofa, some chairs, a table, and an empty fireplace. And in the corner, what looked like a squatting person. His eyes narrowed as he leaned closer in, his hand touching the glass as he framed his eyes to get a better look in. As he did so, a dull 'thump' came from the window.<br/><br/>The person inside's head shot towards him. Their face was still mostly obscured, save for their eyes. They both gave off a very noticeable white glow, creating a pair of obvious dots in the shade. Once again, Salem just about had a heart attack, and his vocalization of a breathy "Oh fuck off" showed his dissatisfaction at the situation. The crouching figure sprung to its feet and rushed at the window, slamming against it with its full upper body. Clawed fists scratched at the glass, and exposed, sharpened teeth gnashed at Salem from the other side. The window seemed to be holding, but Salem wasted no time in getting the hell away from the building.