She stood in front of her armoire, staring at the mahogany as she bit her lip. Her hand tentatively reached toward the brass knobs, her thumb gently tracing over the swirling design on it. With a jerk of her arm the wardrobe opened, she let go of the handle letting it remain open. She placed her hands in the middle of the clothes that hung there, and pushed them apart. She took a step up as she climbed into the armoire. Inside she faced the back of the dresser, her hand searching for the switch hidden on the top of the armoire.<br/><br/>She smiled a little as she found it, and flicked it the opposite direction. The armoire shook a little as the back of the dresser began to drop down, revealing a room behind it. She entered, kicking off her heels into the corner. The room was extremely white, cabinets, shelves, walls, even the chairs in the center of the room was painted a light eggshell. The lighting was bright inside, almost blinding. This room was specifically designed as a panic room, a room where demons could not take their true form. This room was made by her mentor as a precaution, just in case the demons found the Head Quarters. This room, however, also doubled as her closet, and tripled as her arsenal.<br/><br/>Her hand reached to her back, as she unzipped out of her dress, her foot kicking it away. She walked over to a cabinet on the left side and opened it. Inside was her outfit of choice when it came to hunting demons. A tight black long-sleeve shirt, skinny dark blue jeans, and black combat boots. She took the shirt and pulled it over her head, her hand pulling her hair out of the shirt. She put the pants on, and attempted to keep balanced as she put each boot on.<br/><br/>She closed the cabinet as soon as she had the last zipper up on her boot, and walked over to the opposite side of the room. She opened another slightly bigger cabinet, and looked into it with a smile. Weapons were inside, just begging to slaughter any demon that came her way. She picked her favorites, two katanas, specially made to kill those wretched creatures. She secured them on her back in their cases, and closed the doors of the cabinet.<br/><br/>She walked out her armoire, closing the doors behind her, activating the back of the wardrobe to slide back up. She walked across her room to her door. Her mind flickered back to her mentor as she grabbed the handle. Her eyes turning somber as she reminded herself to be careful, as he instructed. She twisted the handle, leaving without another thought.