Meus atrum senior Anubis, ego precor vos
The door is always locked, no matter if he who occupies it is there or not. However, many different scents drift under the door to fill your nose. Once allowed inside, your eyes are momentarily blinded from the abrupt shift from brightness to dimness. The color of the walls cannot be seen, nor can the color of the carpet. The only color that can be seen is the gentle orange glow coming from the burning candles placed here and there.
One source of such light is Yoru's desk, which, like the door, is always locked. On top of the desk is a crystal sphere which refracts the light in crazy ways. Next to this crystal is an Egyptian-looking jewelry box, depicting a feral Anubis sitting on a gold box. On the other side of the desk is an incense burner, with a freshly lit stick. Lying in the middle of the desk is a book with a lock. Obviously, it is no ordinary book, for it is never unlocked unless Yoru is looking into it.
His bed rests in a corner, black sheets and pillows covering it. On the nightstand that sits next to it is yet another gently burning candle, as well as a large assortment of crystals and small statues. A few feet away from the nightstand is his bookshelf, containing many fictional stories of werewolves or wolves in general. However, on the top shelf, there are books on magic, many untouched since being placed on the shelf. Next to this bookshelf is a mirror that is a touch larger than Yoru himself is, mounted upon the wall. A jackal head looms out of the very top, eyes set with topazes which seem to glitter in the darkness as though they were alive. The glass itself seem normal.
Servo mihi ex everto inter mihi
