Another day..after yesterday. Another door opened into a parallel dimension, you follow the scent of roses into a long dark corridor to find an extremely large place at the end of the hall. Black roses float around in the air, and there are people everywhere, all sat at tables with black candles in the middle of them. Torn cloth hangs from the ceiling, a golden eye pattern embroidered onto them. Everywhere is dark, but there’s light so you can see.