Standing at the entrance, she realized that this door was extraordinarily large, filled with the intricate style of medieval Rococo; even the bronze-colored door handle was carved with exquisite patterns. The door was slightly ajar, and as Aldana Candi grasped the handle and gently pushed, it opened, accompanied by the sound of a woman's gasp behind her.
The door was so heavy that it made no sound when pushed. She walked inside and found that the space was also enormous.
Thick black curtains were drawn tightly, blocking out all the sunlight from outside. In the corners, the fireplace still had coals flickering intermittently, not completely burned out. This also explained why the air here felt warmer than outside.
A massive black sofa and soft, expensive Persian rugs covered the entire floor tightly, so even stepping on them barefoot wouldn't feel cold.
She walked over and saw snacks on the red wooden coffee table, identical to those in her room.
