Think this place isn't what it's cut out to be? [ it's the sort of place that looks too good to be true, after all. is empty except for the bodies, the people, filling the space that only showed up when eddie did too. it's ominous, the sort of thing he'd put into a campaign to lull the players into a false sense of security until something struck.

so a weapon is a good idea so even if the other doesn't answer, eddie files that way.

he watches as the stubs out the spark on the photograph, takes a drag of the cigarette he's holding in his right hand. a long one, holds it for a moment and then exhales to the side. some people hate the smoke. ] Sorry, man. [ but then he nods, thinks back to the photos in the space he'd settled in. the hellfire club, corroded coffin, his uncle, his parents. moments he hadn't photographed but that matter. ]

Yeah. A couple of my dad I wanted to burn too. [ he says after a moment, glancing down at the charred material under the other man's boot. eddie doesn't talk about his dad often, if at all, but something about this place has made him vulnerable. ] You're on to something there.