"Well, uh, here we are." Kai opened the door, revealing the room. It was just like all the other guest rooms......the unoccupied ones, anyway, with the exception of a few things. On the sidetable next to a neatly made bed sat an assorment of candles, each in its own tarnished brass holder, wax frozen in mid drip hanging off the edges. The floor was covered in a thin layer of dust, but if one looked closely one would notice it was actually chalk. As if to point this out, scattered half hazardly across the whole room were bits and pieces of chalk sticks, the type you'd find at any school, some entire chunks and others ground up into powder. Small stacks of records were thrown in the corner next to an old turntable, the only thing in the room plugged into an electrical socket. They bore signs of much use and age. A small metal cross hung from a leather thong on the back of the doorknob. But the most noticeable difference between it and the other rooms was that nearly every surface had a stain, ranging from light grey to dark black in places. The floor was riddled with the outline of puddles long evaporated, and the room smelled faintly of something rotting. "Just don't lick the floor." he smiled lightly.