[Again, there's no response. No movement. As they get closer, they'll see that the hand on the chair's arm doesn't look like it belongs to someone who's a corpse. At least not a rotting one. And there's nothing particularly interesting on the desk. A name plaque matches the name on the statue in the lobby. There's a few pens, a paperweight shaped like a telescope...a toppled and cracked frame of a family. A mother and father, three children. They all have dogs for heads.]
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