[It's unlocked. And there might be the smell of bleach that really over powers for just a moment. Someone tried to clean up any and all evidence. Truth is like a black light. Even if you can't see the proof, it cannot be hidden. There are cigarettes filling up the plate they've been using.
Roman is on the couch. He turns his head to the door, it's not a figment of his imagination.
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Roman is on the couch. He turns his head to the door, it's not a figment of his imagination.
An up nod greeting is what he can manage.]