You push open the blue door. It’s partially blocked by a dresser but a little elbow grease opens it up easily enough. You see that the ceiling sags down into the room on one side, with an opening where you could climb up into what looks like the attic. In the center of the room is an old bare mattress that lets off a slight blue glow from beneath it. You see a wooden baseball bat on the ground next to the mattress. The walls are lined with peeling sports posters featuring athletes you’ve never seen before. The eyes of the athletes seem to follow you as you walk around the room.