Leaving the others, Notaku and Tracey headed back to the open window at the rear of the house. It did not prove an obstacle. Darkness reigned in the house, once they exited the back room: a close, smothering darkness of stale air, thick with dust and mould; a darkness filled by yawning silence punctuated by creaks and groans of settling wood. Remnants of furniture and piles of trash were a dim, monstrous, presence, that had to be sensed or felt, rather than seen. Here and there, their wandering feet crunched on shards of broken glass. Notaku felt chips of paint and plaster coat his head as he moved.
Apart from the room they entered by, there is little to no light. All other windows and exits are boarded up. Do Tracey and Notaku have light sources with them?