This is an utterly simple room.
Red is the primary color scheme of the room.
A dark red carpet stretches from the doorway to the windowsill. Only a bookcase, a desk, and three leather armchairs are arranged on the carpet.
The massive redwood bookcase takes up one entire wall; within the transparent glass cabinet, thick volumes of books are carefully stacked like an awaiting troop of soldiers.
A figure with a pompadour hairstyle is sitting behind a date-red desk, puffing a smoking pipe.
Light blue smoke wafts up from the pipe, forming a heavy cloud on the roof.
The desk is littered with disarrayed documents.
The owner of the room, squinting and frowning, is flipping through the papers, creating a rustling noise.
"Thump… thump… thump…"
A rhythmic knock echoes through the room.
"Come in."
The owner of the room removes the pipe from his mouth, taps it on the edge of the desk, and instructs with a hoarse voice.
The door silently opens.
A tall figure steps into the room.
