Yolanda sweeped the light of her flashlight across the floor until it settled on the small reception area that her friend had been referring to. She had to admit that he was right, it did look a lot like something one would find in a police department. 'Criminally insane' flashed again and again in her mind, bold letters that were reminiscent of the red lettered warning they had ignored upon arrival.

Yolanda walked over to the reception, angling her flashlight downwards so it would not reflect off of the glass in front of her. She reached out slowly, laying her hand against the surface before pulling away suddenly, as if burnt. She watched at the imprint left by her hand faded slightly but remained outlined in the layer of dust that seemed to coat everything within the room.

Shivering, she forced herself to step closer to the glass and peered through the small window that her handprint had made through the dust. Yolanda couldn't bring herself to look any longer than a few moments, irrationally fearing something would jump up and scream at her.

"Mason, you should get a shot of all this." She murmured, glancing back at him.