As the others mourned and cried, Erik quickly looked at the place. The walls were covered in peeling wallpaper, and some of the wooden panels were missing or had been nailed back in place haphazardly.
The only light source was the moon's dim glow shining through the roof's cracks, casting eerie shadows on the ground. Erik saw that the building had once been used for storage or perhaps even as a small factory.
Old, rusty metal machines and tools lay scattered around the rooms, covered in a thick layer of dust. A few broken windows let in a faint breeze that ruffled the dust, making it swirl in the air.
The room was empty except for the machines, tools, and a few abandoned crates that had been left behind. Erik noticed that some of these had been pried open, and their contents were taken, leaving nothing but empty shells.