Entering the room, was like entering a hospital. The walls were bright white, with not even a scratch let a lone a poster or art adorned on them. The floor was smooth white tile, and as I stepped inside the clicking of my shoes on it almost seemed to echo in this hollow space. There was a bed, if you can call it that. It was little more than a floating aluminum sheet, just wide and long enough for a person. No bedding, and just one frim, pillowcaseless pillow placed precisely at the head of the bed. Looking around the only other object of note in the room was a floating desk attached to the wall, made of solid concrete, with a layer of glossy black paint, and a single drawer in the middle, without even a single chair to accompy it. There was no scent in the room, and everything about this placed seemed wholly unusual, and yet they knew for a fact the man they had been pursing had spent every single night here for the past week. Their hands running along the perfectly smooth white walls, trying to find a hint of what this room was, and how a person could live like this.