Melfrand find himself in an empty warehouse with barely any lighting to speak of. Ever since the mission fiasco, he'd made himself worse than scarce. There was clear signs that he had been approached, and spoken to. There were traces of people having done some upkeep of this barely lit place.
At the entrance, there was a warning explaining that for safety reasons, only one visitor at a time was allowed. Mentions that there were defense systems in place should anything go awry. Turrets, electric nets.
Melfrand, himself, is just laying there. He's either moping or just barely sleeping. It was difficult to tell.












