[There is a faint buzz, like that emitted by a freezer, but otherwise there is silence from the other side of the door. The handle, once turned, will open without a sound.
On the other side of the door is her gallery, in a manner of speaking; a softly lit room filled with specimens - fingers, or eyes, breasts or lips, a braid of hair so red it's almost unnatural, hands and toes and feet, knees, all dismembered and kept in crystalline cases, preserved with fluid that's as clear as water.]
➝ strange new creatures to scavenge your pores
On the other side of the door is her gallery, in a manner of speaking; a softly lit room filled with specimens - fingers, or eyes, breasts or lips, a braid of hair so red it's almost unnatural, hands and toes and feet, knees, all dismembered and kept in crystalline cases, preserved with fluid that's as clear as water.]