Right across the hall are two other bedrooms, albeit half the size of the other one yet equally devoid of belongings, and a small closet.

She strikes gold when she opens the door along the landing.  The bathroom bears sign of a bit more life, but only in terms of toilet paper and a faded green bar of soap, the latter dried and cracked.

She closes the door.  Opening the medicine cabinet, she finds an old metal razor, a near-empty bottle of Hai Karate aftershave, and another bar of soap, this one still wrapped in wax paper.  As she sits and goes about her business, she pulls out her phone.