Chapter 2.3: Interlude - Vincent [01/31/1925]
There were no unusual sounds that he could make out. As he swept out the flashlight, he saw the general lay of the unit, which was as small as he imagined from the outside. On the whole it was a little bit messy, though the floor was clear for walking on. The room he was immediately in had a small unmade bed with a simple mattress, sufficient for one person to sleep on but tight for more.
There was a small sitting area, with a couple of comfortable chairs and a small coffee table on which there was a plate with a few crumbs on it and an empty mug with a small remained of black liquid.
There was a writing table on the opposing wall, with scattered papers, a few coins, and other assorted objects there. It looked like it was just used as a convenient place to deposit things that may not have properly belonged anywhere else. There was a narrow wardrobe present in the room as well.
Walking into the kitchen, he observed that the place was as messy as the rest of the unit, with used pans and dishes piled up in the sink, and some laying on the counters. There were a few cabinets there as well. He carefully opened the adjoining door to find an empty washroom. All in all that seemed to mark the bounds of the small unit.
OOC:
This is what might today be called a 'studio apartment' or an 'efficiency,' for reference. It's a small living space where the bedroom doubles as the living room, with a kitchen in the back, and an adjoining door for what might be a washroom.
I went ahead and described the obvious to you, so that you can tell me what you're looking for.