The Nursery
It's a room of pastel yellow, with soft plushies scattered about neatly...soft music seems to be playing from an unknown source. It all feels...oddly claustrophobic, despite the space it actually has.
Tarnish: ...
Yeah. He didn't like this. Not one bit.
"...Perhaps...we should look at some other rooms in this yellow abode."
Stranger: "Agreed. Those teddies are looking at me weird."
Paradi: They only giggle, before waltzing off to check out what else could be here.