I approach it calmly and find the entrance. I poke my head inside, just to see dirty matresses scattered lazily around. There were also some sheets and curtains hanging up, probably to make the place more of a home. As for crazies, tons. I couldn't look somewhere without seeing one. As for my sister, no. I did see the manager's room with horribly filthy glass. Maybe she was in there. I continued to examine the area as I thought up a plan.