Lazarus might do just that. He has a hungry way about him, like a bottomless pit who is always curiously searching for what can fill a nameless emptiness. No father? No problem, as long as vicariously living through luckier friends was an option.

"Only Numbered can use it," he confirms, flicking on the light to the basement and heading down the stairs. They're old, but pretty sturdy under his light step. "There's an elevator too, but I don't quite trust it..."