hellingly | the gt hine lock-in

We weren’t alone in these buildings, and I knew one other person was here at least. Earlier this year, some urban explorers came across a room which was still being lived in, with empty cans of lager, a bed and various items of clothing suggesting that an inhabitant was still about. In the summer, he was actually spotted, sunbathing in the overgrown courtyard outside his illegal home.

Was he simply a homeless dropout, sheltering in the ruins of this huge derelict asylum? Or simply an ex-patient, returning to a place he remembered as warm and inviting?