The room he had entered into looked to be a bedroom of sorts. A large king sized bed in the center of the room. A fire place just across from it. Among other things, there was a vanity desk, and a few paintings in the room. Everything looked well kept, the bed made, not a spot of dust on the desk or fireplace mantle, and the paintings were kept in remarkable condition.

As for the paintings, they were all grey in color. Mostly drawings of the outside world, made in water color. Their messy appearance gave a more vague depiction of what the paintings portrayed; the courtyard outside the window, a young straight haired girl, and what looked like a fearsome ghoulish face.

Down the hall, a sound could be heard. A quiet, humming sound, like a young girl singing to herself.