Pitch Black
The door slams behind you and you head the lock slide shut. Now you have no choice.
You're standing in what looks much like a waiting room. It's somewhat large, and sparsely furnished. There are several small chairs and a sofa arranged artistically about the room and a small, low table. There is an oil lamp set on the table lighting the room. Beside it is an ancient looking book with crumbling binding. It looks like it would fall apart if you touched it. There is some kind of gold lettering embossed on the front but it doesn't look like it's in English. The lettering is so ornate you could never read it anyway.
There are doors on the left and right of the room, both with brass knockers and peepholes set into them. They each also have numbers assigned to them in that same ornate lettering. One looks like it reads 53 and the other 54.
You're standing in what looks much like a waiting room. It's somewhat large, and sparsely furnished. There are several small chairs and a sofa arranged artistically about the room and a small, low table. There is an oil lamp set on the table lighting the room. Beside it is an ancient looking book with crumbling binding. It looks like it would fall apart if you touched it. There is some kind of gold lettering embossed on the front but it doesn't look like it's in English. The lettering is so ornate you could never read it anyway.
There are doors on the left and right of the room, both with brass knockers and peepholes set into them. They each also have numbers assigned to them in that same ornate lettering. One looks like it reads 53 and the other 54.