Emil didn't need to look through the peephole, to know it was Shane. He pulled the door open and grinned. "I'm perfectly well," he reassured, stepping aside.
Emil didn't try to conceal the apartment for what it was - a place for horrible things. There was no living room furniture to speak of. Instead, there was a long, wooden table in the middle of the room, covered in weapons, needles and tubing.
The apartment had two bedrooms, both of which could be partly seen from the entryway. In one, there appeared to be a sophisticated monitoring system; in the other, a metal hook could be seen suspended from the ceiling in the center of the room, with what looks like dried blood from a distance.
Cork covered every visible wall, clearly to soundproof the entire apartment, and the windows were lined with soundproofing plugs.