*Creak*
The door made a rather quiet creak, which echoed into the hallway allowing him to fully peak through.
The hallways were dark and empty, not a single person could be seen in sight.
As Xavier walked out into the hallway, he noticed a change in the air around him. Being in the room made him feel comfortable, but once he was out he felt like he was being watched.
He ignored the feeling and walked down the halls, staring at the old furniture. The lamps overhead gave off ancient antique vibes.
The paintings shown were quite old but rather interesting to stare at and interpret.
One of them was a painting of blood pouring down on a fang. That was quite an obvious one.
But the other was a red figure standing over the a dark cliff in a world where there's mostly darkness. That one was a little hard to understand.
*Grab*