The room's an unused office, apparently doing temporary duty as a storage closet: there are cardboard file boxes all along one wall and on the otherwise bare desk. The desk itself has a pronounced list to one side, and is the only piece of furniture in the room. Dust hangs heavy in the air, as though recently disturbed.

The very tips of a pair of sneakers are protruding from under the desk.

It would take supernatural senses to hear the rapid heartbeat, but only rather good hearing -- and careful attention -- to catch the ragged breathing, like a series of stifled sobs.