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Not a lot about this place made sense to the young Scott Burnes. It seemed like some kinda department store for furniture, but one that people seemed to be squatting in- including... himself, considering he'd woken up in a bed there, surrounded by drawings that seemed vaguely familiar. So he'd gone exploring, trying to poke around here and there. One of the rooms had a large turntable in it, and a crate full of records that he'd started poking through. Some of the names he even recognized, vaguely, from hanging around the record store in Reno. He was a little distracted, probably wouldn't notice someone sneaking up on him.