that interactive story I still care about

He does nothing of interest. You squint around. If this is Marshall's room, he's into some pretty weird stuff. One of his walls is completely covered in small, square photos of tombstones and drawings of corpses. You can see this because of a small blue night light that beams up across the wall. On the desk in front of this wall are jars with things floating in them. It is too dark for you to see exactly what.

You look out his window. There's nothing of interest- at least, because it's pitch black out there. You wonder if it's actually night time or if the setting is just always dark. Your gaze drifts back over to Marshall. He hasn't moved. It's getting boring in here.