Vanya stepped into the room behind Advait, her footsteps soft against the dark stone floor that gleamed faintly under the low red lights. The door shut behind them with a muted click — not loud, but final, as though the world outside had quietly ceased to exist.

The room was vast, yet strangely heavy, wrapped in shades of scarlet and black. The walls looked almost alive — like slabs of molten rock that had hardened mid-anger — their rough texture catching the crimson glow in uneven streaks. The bed at the center was low, its headboard a dark shadow against the wall, draped in a red blanket so deep it looked like it had been dyed in spilled secrets rather than color. Two hanging lamps swayed gently above, their light blood-like, pooling on the floor like liquid fire.