[Crouched in one of the hallways and blatantly, painfully suspicious, is Mason, kneeling next to an unknown cabin door and fiddling with it with his lockpicks, attempting to get it open.
Yeah, he might have voices in his head from the last flood, but fuck it: He is going to open this door and steal the things inside it until his brain feels better]
[Spam]
Yeah, he might have voices in his head from the last flood, but fuck it: He is going to open this door and steal the things inside it until his brain feels better]