And let me find no true abode

The sun hadn't quite sunk beyond the horizon, but by the time Fandom's team of scouts arrived, twilight had set on Baltimore. At first, everything seemed normal, people going about their lives, restaurants filling up and workers returning to their homes.

But the closer they came to city center, the... quieter it got.

And quieter.

And... where had everyone gone? All the curtains were shut. No one was out on the street. What was going on here?

The quiet made smaller noises more audible. And this sound, like feet skittering across the ground, followed by the thunk of something landing on a dumpster-- it was quite obvious.

Take a right to follow it, and find yourself in an alleyway. A wooden fence puts a sudden end to the alley, and in front of it sits a dumpster.

( With a footprint on it. )

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