"Is it only black guys who die first? This isn't a movie, if any monsters show up, I'll shoot them."

They go to the Room, and he targets the outside of the house, so they'd be opening the door to exit it rather than enter it.

This brilliant decision is not appreciated by the man who doesn't have to deal with a sudden shock, but he would thank them if he knew. 

"We should ask him about Strizke, I mean, why leave your stuff to your weird nephew? Obviously something went wrong. I bet he murdered her. We should ask about his wife. Did she love him? I feel like she didn't. We should ask about Ms. Kreutzfeld, has he been following Object news?"

He laughs and kisses Stiles again then knocks.

No immediate answer.

He can wait.

They eventually hear footsteps. The floorboards creak, and creak, and there he is.

The former janitor of the Sunshine Motel.

An older black man with greying hair and a despondent expression greets them.

"Hello?"

"Hello," he greets. "I'm terribly sorry to bother you. Is this a bad time?"

"...no, now is fine." 

He shuffles inside, leaving the door open.

The house is as homey as a cabin in the middle of the woods can be. If the cabin was home to a grieving man who forgets to use the fireplace.

They walk in. "I'm Kaede. These are Stiles and Braeden. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"Yes, yes. A pleasure. What can I do for you children?"

"Were you a janitor? You look like a janitor."

He pats Stiles' knee and shoots him a "let me do the talking" look before turning back to the janitor. "What my friend means is that we're curious about certain events surrounding your motel."

He eyes Stiles with suspicion, but nods.

"Do you want something to eat? I should give you something..."

"We don't need anything." 

"I just had lunch but I'd accept some coffee."

"Of course."

He starts a pot. 

"What do you folks want to know?"

"I think the best way to put it is 'more.' You... were there when it happened, weren't you? When Room Ten stopped existing?"

"...I don't know what you've been hearing, son, but you must have me confused with someone else."

"We just want to know what happened to her."

"—not just. Ideally we'd—get her out."

He stares into his cup.

"She's dead, son. There's nowhere to get her out from."

He looks at the man. "Didn't you hear? The universe broke down a while ago. The rules don't apply anymore. If she got there, she can get out of there."

"...you found something?"