The doorway leads you down a long, dark hallway into a brightly-lit room with checkered floors. It looks very much like a typical police station; there are a few long desks with uncomfortable-looking office chairs next to them, along with filing cabinets and papers strewn about everywhere. An old television set sits on top of one of the filing cabinets. Some telephones lay strewn about, ringing endlessly both on and off their hooks. There’s a small lobby to your left, with a few chairs and things. On the wall to your right is a large signboard, and next to it is what looks like an interrogation room (the windows are all foggy). However, you can hear someone in there, yelling in anger.