He’s drawn to it by an overwhelming urge. There is no outside pressure, no previous knowledge, just a magnetic attraction to danger. From a distance he can easily identify vulnerability, the way this precious obsession was kept hidden from him. He must explore it, he must know what happens if he approaches. He pulls all other distractions aside and focuses on this one desire. Danger is sure to follow, but the temptation is too great. He has no experience in pain, real gut wrenching pain, therefore he has nothing to fear. He gets closer and extends his hand. Hungry for life he licks it, ignoring the screams that fill the background. She frantically runs to him, pulling him away from the one uncovered outlet in the entire floor. How did he find it, how did he push all things aside to get to it? She didn’t care, all she knew to do is thank the heavens.