The room is a fairly large space that resembles a dance studio with a balcony for those special nights of hunting. The room is barely furnished. In fact, there's no bed at all. Four windows run along one side of the wall by the balcony. However, each of them is covered by large red drapes that block out all light. On the opposite wall sits a heavily stored arrangement of books, next to a couch. The books run in different categories from Ancient literature to Marvel comics, chemistry, and even a very old copy of "The Giving Tree." It's the most cherished book on that self. Across the couch is a large refrigerator full of goodies (sweets, candies, sodas, etc), kept under a lock and key. Sitting atop is a small statue of a wolf on a cliff. Next to the box of sweet delights is a very large closet holding many of the different weapons used in combat against those rats with wings. There is a set of twin blades, four srads, one bo staff, a set of iron claws, a set of gauntlets, seven kunai, one sai, a shobo, and a pair of personally customized semi-automatic pistols. One pistol is modified for long distance and targeting. The other is modified for rapid fire and quick draws. The next wall is a complete war zone of electronics. There sits a large television system, surrounded by a few gaming consoles. Usually there's an Xbox 360 with a copy of halo 3 that is never turned off. A child at heart, yes. One laptop. And a small brigade of iPods. At a first glance, you'd never expect a lycan to live here. However this place is not intended to be a cold place. The world outside is cold enough. This is a place to let down defenses. A place to rest in the day, and wait to hunt at night.