claire dearing is an olympic sprinter (heels) wrote in witchinghour,
"How..." Claire didn't have a word for all this, at least not just one word - likely she had a few, and none of them were good. "Weird," she settled on, feeling a shudder ripple through her. "It makes sense though, I guess - if this place is powerful enough to bring in people, it's powerful enough to bring in buildings. But why? What's the motive? And what makes one building from New York more desirable over another?"
As in, what was it about Redrum - well, obviously it became Redrum. It was probably some other office building in the city before it got snatched and brought here to this hellhole.
"But proper records, yes. That'll be our next mission." Digging into the depths of these buildings, the architecture - there would be clues, if they looked. She hoped.