Lily's a night owl, so - laundry at two in the morning isn't that weird for her. No risk of her running into the other people in her apartment complex, except that one guy who might be a vampire for how often he sees the sun. But he acts scared of her, so it isn't so bad. Except the laundry machine broke, so now she's hauling her laundry to the nearest 24 hour place.

Lily is a poor university student. This isn't exactly the most well kept neighborhood, and the street lights are flickering, and - the lights are off in the laundromat, except the flicker of a television. 

...They better not have lost power. 

Ugh.

She opens the front door with her hip - it isn't locked - and calls out, "Hey! Anyone here?"

There's no hum of air conditioning, and it's the middle of July and unusually hot besides - the laundromat is miserable, like walking into a sauna. Lily wrinkles her nose and sets her laundry basket down so it's propping the front door open. Probably no one will steal her clothes while she gets answers and also a doorstop, and this place needs the air. 

She heads in deeper - she hasn't been here much, but it's not a complicated place. Washers in front, dryers down the left in the back, employees only office in the back right, an emergency exit at the very back. So, light switches... She doesn't find any by the door, curses herself for not bringing a light, and heads in deeper. Maybe by the office...