Rais looks around the room, it felt like a nursery of sorts for children. Small toys like trains and planes and cars, a fashioned from wood. The bright paints having peeled off where they were held and the wood underneath succumbing to time's embrace. Blocks, also made of wood, that one would stack or arrange but is no longer possible due to the lack of structure the rotting wood provided.<br/>Several windows that surely used to don curtains now sit open faced at all times, the glass dirty and muddled. As light poured in through these ports, a constant stream of dust motes could be seen floating in the air. The room did feel less eerie but the general feel of the mansion still permeated the room with an oppressing gloom that only the dead can offer.