This door is locked shut, but if you press your ear against it you can hear music from inside. You knock and hear a scream, and a few moments later a disheveled looking woman greets you. The room is very messy, yet the warm ambience and the smell of cranberries makes you feel very comfortable. The lab is padded with auburn colored acoustic pads, and the floor is a dark gray. The room is smaller than average, but you wonder how she managed to stuff so many things inside. You notice a small-ish and scrunkly saltanta resting on a sofa, "there's nothing wrong with her, she just looks like that."