"This is me," Remus said, nodding to a small tower block with a brick façade and rows of white balconies, many with flowers spilling over the railings. Remus led them into a quiet, sterile-white lobby, bypassing the elevator and walking instead into an echoey stairwell, where they climbed two flights of stairs and emerged into a carpet-lined corridor. Just a few steps later, Remus was pushing his key into the lock at flat 307. They could already hear ragged, desperate wailing from the other side of the door, and Remus hurried to get inside.