The receiving room is large, with high ceilings and high windows. Most of the light comes from outside, but because it’s overcast, everything is very dim. This was probably once a very luxurious home, but it’s clearly fallen upon hard times. All the furniture is smashed and derelict, tables splintered and chairs broken. The rug on the floor is faded with age and dust and… what look like dark, rusty stains. The stains continue all over the wooden floor, some old and some much more recent.

The most recent stain is easily identifiable: a severed demonic arm (visual) lies in the middle of the floor, congealed blood gathered around it.

Hanging above the fireplace is a large portrait that’s been heavily damaged, but you can still make out the figures it originally depicted. It’s a family of four; a mother, a father, and two twin boys. Their faces have all been smeared and ripped away, but you can still make out the mother’s long, blonde hair, and the short silvery white strands on the children.

Instead of a chandelier hanging from the ceiling, there are three crossed swords: one large, one thin, and one you could feasibly rev like a motorcycle. They appear somewhat unbalanced, like the weight isn’t properly distributed in order to keep them hanging properly. Something is definitely missing from this sword-chandelier. Swordelier?

From here, you can go outside, upstairs, or into the cellar.