The doors slid open and I was confronted by yet another hallway, black and empty, this time with only three doors. One to the right, another to the left and the one we were headed for in front. It was black like all the rest, though the place where it stood out was the mural of a golden dragon soaring, it was familiar, too familiar.
The door opened on its own swinging open as we approched. Inside the room the design was the same as the dorm. White walls, wooden floors and a large glass window, though it was in fact an office. The lone wooden desk stood in the center of the room, a chair accompanying it, before and behind, on top of it was a computer, one like what Ms. Francis had.
To the sides of the room were weapons, spears, halberds, swords, guns, daggers, maces, it was all there, hung up, like a storage room.
