Dark, moody, isolated... it's the perfect place to be. Coming in, Miguel tried not to look for too long at all the people. He was focused on finding you and you alone. Eventually he gets to the very back and very end of the hall, a single room emitting colored light through its beaded curtain, casting a dancing light on the opposing wall. Miguel knows you're in there. So he steps in, the beads clacking together as they fall still behind him.