Entering inside the mansion, you find yourself in the tremendous lobby. The walls covered with white wall paper that haven't been cared for in years. Maybe even decades. The floorboards were made out of mahogany wood that you knew was worth more then your meager salary. The place was clearly abandoned but has remained untouched for years. If it wasn't for dust lining every surface area in the room, it would be easy to mistake all the furniture for new. Everything about this place reeks of class, it's insulting someone let it go to waste.

A faint tune echos through the walls, reverberating. It's a soft somber melody. In the middle of the room before the two staircases leading up, there is a conversation pit with a small wooden staircase leading down. The floor made out of red velveteen carpet with couches surrounding it of the same material. Just enough space is left in the middle to place a birch coffee table. The seats are comfty, if not a little tough to the touch.

In the left most corner of the room is an elevator however there are no buttons to call it down making it seem like a hopeless endeavor. You can't even hear it moving. Looking up it reaches til forever. Right next to it however is a flushed door with oversized printed out stickers slathered upon it. The label reads Infancy. It looks like a door belonging to a studio.

On the opposite side of the room lays another door, this one is mishapened and hastily made out of wood. Something a kin to a door leading to secret clubhouse. The words Aspirations are carved into it. You don't believe that's what this door was originally for. The bolt marks left above tell you that much.

Between where the staircases meet, there is one final door to the room. This one however has nothing but strings of beads keeping its secrets locked behind. Even though you can see through, it looks completely dark inside. Above it on the door frame is a wooden sign, typically ones seen at campsites with the words Personality engraved on it.

Where would you like to go?