It's dark and it's cold. The sunlight creeping through the wood planks over the windows is barely enough to make out the sign on the far wall--Mosier State Hospital. The place is a goddamn mess. Should've just leveled it and built a strip mall. You can see doors to the left and right and one straight ahead. You've really got your work cut out for you, that's for sure, but the rent don't pay itself. You flip on your headlamp, hoist up your toolbox, and wish to Christ you had a drink right now.