in one of the many hallways in the east wing, there is a black door with a waning crescent moon panted on it in white. inside is a bare wooden floor, with book and old journals stacked on the edges. the color of the walls are black as night with stars hand panted on them as the appear in the sky and some constellations are visible (big dipper, north star, Gemini, etc.) a telescope sits pointed at the sky from the window, next to a messy, unmade bed and a night stand on the other side wit an i-pod dock and converts to a radio. at the foot of the bed is a old trunk, fill with keepsakes and photo books. a work desk and a chair sit in a secluded part of the room with papers scattered about, pencils strone everywhere and a single desk light atop the desk with a big black sketch book, portraits and landscape sketches, torn from the sketch book are pinned on the wall, surrounding the desk. to the right of that is a closed closet, containing mountains of junk and clothes, all shoved into it, not being meant to see and to cover up some the clutter. a door next to that leads to a private room, filled with training equipment. next to that door, in a corner is a large collection of pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns, piled on the floor and crammed on a few shelves.