A sharp man in a suit walked through the giant rotting doors. It was a shame they would have to tear it down. He looks around, hands in his pockets. The dull silver candle holders hosted a plethora of cobwebs upon the mile high, dusty walls. The stain glass windows reflected red and blue patches of light on the old tiled floor. The musty smell of dust wafts through the air, making it hard to breathe. Yes, quite a shame indeed. As the man walks further into the room, his footsteps follow after him in an echo. As he nears the center, where the biggest patch of light lay, he sees a shattered object. The light hit it perfectly, almost like a spotlight. He crouches down to it and smirks. An old music box. He snorts in pity and stands to go. He stops cold in his steps as the music box starts to play a haunting, lonely song.