Keyboards, audio mixers, computers, and effects devices surround a shabby chair in this cramped inner sanctum. This must be where the hermit spent countless hours recording music; music unheard by a disinterested world.  You feel like an intruder, invading such a personal space.  Perched upon a shelf, two petite dolls forever wave hello: the final companions of a recluse who could not connect.

What do you want to do?

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