An antique radio from the former half of the 1900s stands in front of a broken window.
You warily saunter up to the broken window and peek outside. It’s pouring so hard outside that it’s hard to make anything out, but you see what you think might be an overgrown courtyard. Lightning flashes in the night, and with the accompanying roar of thunder and chill wind pouring through the fist-sized puncture in the window pane, you briefly think about breaking the rest of the glass and climbing out. However, something tells you that would be a bad idea.
