The long rug continues down the mansion, its crimson threads almost appearing as a river of blood gushing through the hallway. Light is dimly provided by a few scattered candles sitting on small tables lining the hallway, clearly at one point valuable but now fallen into the same decrepit state as the entire mansion. Spiders spin their webs proudly in every nook and cranny of the hall in celebration of their victory over the original inhabitants of the building. On the northern wall a large poster is nailed, bearing some information the Syndicate has seen fit to disseminate to the public. To the south a discrete door gives entry to a somehow darker room than the rest of this actively decaying mansion, while the hallway meanders toward the east.