"Raylan? Come on up," said Malcolm's voice from the speaker, followed by a buzz that unlocked the outside door.

There was a set of stairs up, which lead to a small landing with a bizarre mural on one wall and a door opposite the top step. The door was slightly ajar. Beyond the door was a sprawling open concept loft apartment, with the living room at one end, dominated by two massive cases displaying medieval weapons on a background of red velvet and the bedroom at the other end, a large half circle window dominating the wall and a set of leather restraints just laying on top of the neatly made bed. Malcolm was at the kitchen island, right in between the two rooms, pouring two fingers of scotch into a crystal tumbler. Another set of steps just inside the front door led to a closed door at the top.