The door Jamie opened up into a hallway. To the left was what looked like a musty and badly abused kitchen, pans, pots, and various utensils scattered on the ground, along with the shards of what might have once been expensive, antique tableware. The darkness obscured what else might lie beyond.<br/><br/><br/>Directly ahead of them was another broken door, where a small closet bathroom that had clearly been badly maintained by the vagrants who lived in the houses perimeter, the door hanging by a single hinge. Another interior door within the bathroom led the infamous storage room, that had once housed the dismembered bodies of nearly 100 abducted women.<br/>To the right was the the main landing of the first floor, a battered hardwood floor with a double pair of winged stairwells that led to the second floor, where the art collections was housed. The landing itself formed a cross intersection, two more arched hallways leading off in the direction away from the door and the hallway the party was coming from.<br/><br/>Perhaps the most interesting thing of the house, the one piece of seemingly unspoiled beauty of it, was the large dome of stained glass that was centered on the ceiling, almost like an observatory. Anyone who had lived int he Naked city for long would know that this window caught the sun and moonlight in strange ways, the glass glowing like a multicolored eye.