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You are inside the Hippisley Museum, its collection of impressionist sculpture ransacked by looters. The floor is flecked with dried blood. The doors to the street have been left wide open.

A portable generator has been set up here. It is out of fuel. One room of the museum has been cleared, for the display of an African sculpture, ten impressionist sculptures, a clay figurine and a cracked sculpture.

Somebody has spraypainted Keep it Krull, don't be twacked out on skizzle! onto a wall.

There is a dead body here.