house party bang bang cash register noise

[prestopresto]

It's the early, sleepy hours of the morning. Even Rapture has to sleep sometime, in fits and starts, and the dusty halls of Sander Cohen's home are finally quiet.

There's a creaking of rotting floorboards, some shuffling, the clearing of a throat.

And then piano music flows throughout the house, as gentle and soothing as a truckful of live mortars crashing into a building.