Dusk enveloped the streets in ever-darkening purple, and the summer mosquitoes arrived in buzzing droves. Staying loose, and swatting constantly, except for Moonfeather, the group traversed the short distance to the building, a gray stone monolith with the aesthetic appeal of hair clog. The steps were covered with gang graffiti and spit. They tried to avoid both. As they entered the front door, the runners found the foyer lit by a single EverBright in a wire cage, the postboxes merely holes in the cracked plaster walls.