A bank of windows line the hallway, letting some much needed light into the gloom.
The walls are covered in pale squares, ghosts of where pictures once hung, now less than memories.
The floor creaks with every step you take, crying out t anyone listening that there's an intruder, but for all the noise you remain alone.
There are THREE DOORS in the hallway, all set on your left-hoof side. Ahead, the hallway CONTINUES FORWARD.