As he unlocked the door, it hissed, releasing a burst of stale, foul-smelling air. After a few more moments, they slide the door open, revealing a massive black window, spiderwebbed with  hundreds of cracks, that graces the western wall of this chamber, half-buried under rubble and twisted metal. Curved consoles of strange controls line the walls, with three chairs made of an unidentifiable offwhite material facing them. A figure dressed in red fabric of an unusually fine weave sits slumped over the console in the westernmost chair.