When the door opened, Raphael would hear nothing from inside. The only sounds would be that of the air blowing into the house. Just like the outside, the walls of the inside of the house were entirely white with the floor being a solid onyx black. One would think that she had been brought into a vacant house. Silence. There was complete silence in the house, or at least it sounded like it at first. If she listened closely she could hear voices, incapable of discerning what they were saying or where they were coming from. It sounded more like very light humming, with musical notes in the background. The voices were in harmony and only incomplete silence when she was calm would she be able to hear the light music playing. Viderunt Omnes. The voices weren't truly saying anything in English, they seemed at first that they were. Anyone in their right mind would think that they were singing in an old forgotten language. 

The house had two floors, two besides the basement of course. The first floor was pretty standard with a well furnished living room, dining room and a room that was locked shut. The book-room was located on the second floor and the amount of books in it was massive. For each genre there was a book or two. The books weren't alphabetized, instead they were separated and organized by genre. Each genre had the same amount of books which made it impossible to tell by looking which he enjoyed reading the most. The air was cool in the house, about 73 degrees, and the house was well ventilated. Despite how white the walls were they were covered in shadows due to the taped up windows.

Suddenly she would hear the sound of a key being pressed, a key from an instrument called a piano. One of the very few that still existed in good working condition. She would hear another key, then another, and then another but it sounded like he was playing for the first time. Like an amateur but not quite as terrible. It was clear that the sound of the piano could be heard more strongly from the first floor inside the dining room. There he sat facing the piano which was made of red oak which made it stand out in a white house. He was wearing a casual red shirt and black jeans which matched his black hair and red eyes. "I was told you were good at hiding but you are out your element. I know every nook and cranny of this house. As well as all the good hiding places. You can come out and introduce yourself or I can show you just how well I am at finding things." his voice traveled throughout the house. Loud, yet there was no sign of irritation in his voice.