It's the middle of the night, and Isaac is on shift — for now.

The room is clean, if little lived-in: A sharp contrast to his sprawling workspace downstairs. A double bed, a trunk (locked), a fireplace and the pokers set beside. The blankets must be new, not yet run to ragged edge.

His desk boasts a drawer or two, the surface swept into a neat, short stack of papers and ink.

Edgard has up to four tags before he returns. Like, less if you get bored. Just let me know.