[ Once you expect that it belongs to Peter, it's hard to interpret most aspects of it any other way, from the generous head clearance on the stairs to the impersonal, industrial lack of sentiment, just like Derek's stupid apartment if it were even less hospitable. Someone definitely died on the stairs and drag marks indicate Peter moved the body while fastidiously avoiding leaving any boot prints in the blood; and the door at the bottom looks heavy where it's propped open, florescent light cutting through.

Inside, a couple metal shelves are overturned, a few more bodies, all in that hybrid outdoorsy kind of attire which must be intimately familiar to Chris. For people planning to pass between suburbs and forests, no bright colors, nothing noisy or difficult to clean. Most of the bodies have ugly barbed arrows in them. Perhaps one of them even has a weapon with a broken off tip which Chris pulled out of Peter last night. The smell, as before, is more powerful here. Not decay, thanks to the relatively short time line and somewhat shielded environment, but still distinct and unpleasant.

As for the presumed priceless supernatural artifacts, things are looking scarce down here. Perhaps the older Peter hadn't had time to fill it all up. There are a few things strewn from where the shelves fell over, and the still standing shelves don't have much. A strangely shaped carved wooden board, cracked roughly down the middle. Some broken glass or crystal bits that crunch underfoot. It's possible the Peter of this age doesn't even know what half of it is, and they'd have to ask Deaton. ]

It's probably fine, I think they already triggered everything —

[ He sounds preoccupied, though, not as cavalier as he had five minutes ago, casting a look back and forth like he's trying to remember. ]

It has to have been something here. But I'm not seeing anything remotely relevant.