Victor and Evelyn stepped through the open doorway and into the chamber beyond, expecting danger or a treasure of untold power. What they found instead was nothing like what they'd prepared for.
The room was surprisingly cozy, a stark contrast to the harsh, cold corridors of the Labyrinth. The walls were lined with dark oak bookshelves, filled with ancient tomes, their spines cracked and faded from centuries of wear. The floor was covered in rich, red carpets, worn but still elegant. At one end of the room, a large bed with black satin sheets sat in one corner, flanked by towering candles that flickered gently, casting soft light. Nearby, a lounge area was arranged with plush couches and armchairs, each as old as the labyrinth itself, but still inviting. A fireplace crackled softly, the flames casting shadows across the room, adding to the sense of strange warmth.
