[Liethell]

The teenager grumps and harrumphs and, if she had feathers, they would be ruffled up. "Aren't you a peachy keen little optimist. You think joy and happiness is all there is to life and a little help goes a long way. Flash news for you, it isn't. Sometimes life hands you the short straw." She seems to bury herself in the jacket, and now she really does look like a chicken with her feathers fluffed up.

As he peers into the darkness, he sees a shabby-looking hallway. One of the rooms to the left is lit up, and the doorman has his arms under the Wicca woman's shoulders from earlier. "Demon!" she howls, "Demon scum, you've been tricking all these people! Demon!" She screeches. The doorman seems as if he'd rather be anywhere but here and his face makes that clear as he grumbles and drags her out of the hall. He shoves her outside and quickly ushers Vincent in, and to keep the Wicca woman from charging in and potentially hurting the doctor, the heavy door is shut behind him.

It's dark in here without the light from outside. The building smells like mildew and urine. There is one door open down the hall on the left, and it has a welcoming warm light spilling out from it. There's something peculiar about the light. It feels like it reaches out to greet him, as if the light itself moves to say 'welcome'. Of course, it can only be a trick of the light...can it?
He hears a voice call out to him from the room. He finds it sounds male, but it's oddly smooth for a male voice. "Please, come in. I apologize for the last woman to visit, but these things happen..."