The Third Floor
Walking up to the third floor this is the first thing I saw when I cleared the top. The graffiti in this place was not your average tagging. There was pain and torture in the artists hand when he posted these images all over the building. In the rafters above there was a pigeon that flew down and smashed into the window looking for escape. He might have been afraid of us, but the constant banging gave me the willies.
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