As you approach Christofs room you see his door is covered in black chains, sealing it shut. The door is made of a heavy black metal, the same as the chains. The doors swing open as the chains suddenly evaporate. A loud CREEEEEEEEEEEK followed by a deafening BANG announce your presence. The room is pitch black accept for a few desks and walls lit by small lamps. The walls ceiling and floors are plastered with headlines and pictures of deadly fires, large Xs drawn over most of them in red ink from a permanent marker. On the far wall is a painting of a man dressed in red rags carrying a scythe with a severed hand around his neck. Anyone walking into this room can tell Christof is looking for someone, or something.