Hamish slowly climbed the stairs to his room, the activities of the night slowing as the hour grew unstoppably later. He reached his floor, and noticed the light that usually lit this end of the hallway were out. Out of curiosity more than any driving need, he stepped into the shadows and tapped the glass surrounding the bulb. He could hear the hum of the electricity and blown bulbs were fairly common so he thought little of it. Then he heard a door open further down and watched the tall blonde man exit the room and enter a room across the hall.<br/><br/>Hamish returned to his examination of the bulb pondering the science behind it, when something caught his ear. Hamish was a very good listener and typically heard everything, although he had long ago learned to filter it out to keep from going insane. He quickly replayed what he had heard and caught the name “Darcy”.<br/><br/>She was on the list. She was very high on the list which meant she was a primary target. He might only get one chance at her and he knew very little about her. This could be an opening to good to pass up.<br/><br/>Silence to Hamish was as loud and noticeable as a scream. There was always noise buzzing somewhere. Breathing, mumbles, or even just a general idea that sound is present. He always felt it was a bit like entering an unused house. A slamming door or shuffled footstep makes a very different sound in a place that has been lifeless. Yet nothing emanated from the blonde man’s room anymore.<br/><br/>His gaze shifted to the red headed woman now standing with her ear close to the door. Hamish stilled himself in the darkened corner and blended into the shadows. He had no desire to frighten the woman and even less desire to be remembered by going into his room. As if the cosmos were laughing hysterically at the changes of energy being flung through the night, the door flew open. Hamish could not see who stood in the door way but the woman looked as if she were about to faint.<br/><br/>Mentally he took a step forward to help but instinct kept him rooted in place when the woman was yanked into the room. The door slammed and a voice of promised torment threw curses at the woman. Hamish heard some whimpered response to someone named Kai before there was a return to any kind of normalcy to the situation.<br/><br/>Hamish looked between the two doors for only a few seconds, his mind rapidly cataloging everything he had seen before he finally returned to his room. He went directly to his secret spot and removed the photos, flipping through to Darcy. Who was she and were his neighbors friends or enemies?<br/><br/>Perhaps most importantly of all was to answer the question, what exactly had he walked into here?