The provided address leads into a pretty nondescript apartment building. Not very big and altogether rather forgettable in a quiet neighborhood where most of the houses look the same. Following the logic of bells and/or postboxes, the way goes through the ground section of a staircase, cluttered with all sorts of things that have been pushed over the faded linoleum floor and against the stained wallpaper, past some cardboard boxes with undefined content and down the stairs.
Following the stairs downwards, the floor gets dustier and the feint smell of heating oil sneaks up on unwitting visitors. Once activated, the lights flicker a while before slowly dying off again. Still, two doors can be made out: A blue metal door at the end of the corridor and a dark brown wooden one in the right hand wall a few feet before the metal door. It has something that looks like a lightswitch next to it as well as another doorbell with the faded name 'Kingsley' on it. The only other things sticking out in the mostly dark corridor is the pair of worn sneakers that stands next to the door and the oddly clean doormat in front of the door.