It looked like a desk of sorts, with three screens set at different angles. The furniture was unfathomably old, with scrollwork and delicate gold inlay. It looked like the screens and the keyboard could be concealed within the desk, though Flurry Heart hadn’t done that. From the look of it she’d beaten the keyboard to pieces and tried to do the same to the screens, only she hadn’t been able to in the latter case and was now staring at the screens with a hollow, haunted look on her face. Blackout curtains over the windows ensured there was no light from outside, only the awful glow of the screens.