A tidy room, with dark brown floor, black walls, and a small window. The furniture was nothing much - a little wardrobe, one-person bed, full bookshelf, work table, chair and a dirty lamp. The only proof of someone living here was the old-fashioned gramophone in the cornet right next to the bed, and some records near it. It was clean, and there was not a single particle of dust on it. It seemed it was played very often. The air smelled like cinnamon all the time. In the bathroom there were a shower, a enormous bath-tub and a wall-sized shelf full of spice and herbs. The toilet was nothing special.