The apartments in that building are all laid out exactly the same: Two windows that show the living room, one that opens onto the hall bathroom, and then two that show the master bedroom. Every apartment, identical but for paint and knick-knacks.
Even his. It’s like he wants it as normal as possible, just in case there are ever any questions. Except, his is the only bedroom closet door that opens to disgorge group of exactly ten people, every night at eight sharp. He hands each new arrival an envelope, and they let themselves out the front door. Every night.