The pebbled glass door panel is lettered in flaked black paint:
"LLUIS MURUA, EDITOR"
It is a reasonably shabby door at the end of a reasonably shabby corridor in the sort of building that was new about the year the all-tile bathroom became the basis of civilization. The door is locked, but next to it is another door with the same legend which is not locked. Come on in!
(motorcycle and wig not included)