It’s noticeable the moment you step into the room: a metallic taste in the air. Even when you breathe through your nose it coats your tongue. Not exactly unpleasant but pervasive and distinct.

Impossible to say where it comes from, the room is empty.

One door is locked, another opens to a blank wall.

One doorframe lacks a door, leading straight into a dull rosy glow that obscures what’s actually in that direction.

Another door is marked “back”

Another door is marked “forth”

Another door is marked “fro”