Several wooden tables lined the walls, their height reaching about Ash's waist. Upon them lay a variety of unsettling-looking books, scattered parchments probably used for recording data, various empty and filled glass bottles containing unknown liquids that resembled magical potions in Ash's mind, one which he happened to use a few days ago, and many small, tightly sealed metal boxes.
Though Ash was curious about what was inside those boxes, he didn't dare to touch any of them, let alone open them for the sake of his meagre curiosity. Who knows what horrors lurked within? He had no desire to experience another horrific death so soon after the previous one. His mind still hadn't even begun to calm down from the first.
