Marionspire
He peered around anxiously, the sweat on his upper lip forming distinct water drops where his 3 o'clock shadow should have been. Alright he mused, what had he done to get put in here. Martin had been placed in a warm, stale room, lacking any issues other than the creaking metallic door he had stepped in through. Or perhaps the mor appropriate question was, what had Courtney done? After all, it was her apartment that had gotten trashed the night before as he drove to pick her up from that little coffee shop.