*Matt's looking for an empty room.
The reason he's looking for an empty room might be explained by the pack of cigarettes in one hand. Oh, how the mighty have fallen.
Luckily for Matt, this room seems pretty empty. And so far it hasn't done anything weird at all. He glances about, lights up, and leans against the wall. Heaven. A long inhale, and he exhales like he's incredibly relieved about something.*
((Revisit of the
Hate Room! Your character will irrationally despise the first person they see - or, in more practical terms, the first person to reply to their thread. Enjoy!))