In The Manor..
The innocent bystander had snuck into the Manor quietly, silently praying to himself to avoid some kind of stupid ambush.. He had gotten used to them, but he still despised them.. and yes, he considered someone simply walking up to him as an ambush..
Every time he would see an End Table™, it would end up being sent (thrown) out of the room, often times just dropped in a random corner in a different area.. That paranoia of End Tables™ would never go away..
The innocent bystander eventually made it to one of the main rooms, the one with the fireplace and long couch. He sat down on the couch, bat in one hand, taser hidden in the other within his hoodie pocket. He stayed quiet for a bit, silently listening for anything in case of ambushes, before just silently resting.. he was the exact opposite of a light sleeper, however..