The room you find yourself in resembles nothing so much as a personal office or study. Maybe even a small personal library. It's windowless, although there is a fire in a fireplace off to the side. There are photos on the mantlepiece of the fireplace. One one end there's one with a regally dressed Asian couple, holding the hands of a small girl dressed in wisps of gauze. On the other end there's one with a black woman, a white man in a Hawaiian shirt, and a baby girl that looks like both of them. The frames between them are filled with headshots of various people you probably don't recognize. There's a blank frame near the center.

The floor of the office is dark, heavy wood with a red carpet laid on top of it, one that shows a series of mountain ridges. The walls are paneled in dark wood as well, at least up to waist-height. After that, there's bookshelves built into those walls, crammed with heavy and official-looking leather volumes.

The room is dominated by a immensely solid desk of the same black wood. In front of it is a wooden stool upholstered in black leather. Behind it is an almost throne-like office chair, facing away from you. There's a golden nameplate that reads Hakan Caesar. A pair of coffee mugs sit on coasters to the side of it, steaming away and smelling very high quality. One of the mugs has a cartoon ram on it. The other reads: Liminal Space's Best Emperor.