The door to the sixth room seems to be missing now, and in it's place is a curtain of crystal-like beads that just barely block the view of the room.
The inside of the room is rather small. There are only a few amenities; a bed that has deep green sheets and big, fluffy pillows in the right corner, a moderately sized, expertly crafted oak dresser beside the bed, a grandfather clock in the right corner opposite the bed, and a spiral staircase in the middle of the room that led up to a hatch much like you would find in a submarine.
This hatch led to Hunter's private library, which was in it's own extra-dimensional space. The Library itself was bigger than the entire warehouse of the bloodlust, with books, books, and more books. It was many stories high, and seemed to go on forever in every direction. Surely, almost anything that had ever been written down had to be here, and Hunter spent most of his time wandering though these halls.
