After several minutes, the fear in her chest subsided at the lack of sounds inside the room, but only marginally. Cautiously, Lily cracked one eye and scanned the immediate area before slowly lifting the other eyelid to fully take in her surroundings. Cream walls boasted a handful of generic woodlands artwork that seemed to compliment the dark green carpet, but did nothing to indicate her location. The room held little in the way of furniture, only a gleaming wood desk that was pushed against the opposite wall, a shelving unit packed full of supplies, an uncomfortable looking chair, and a side table that was sitting next to the bed that she was perched on top of. Other than a set of closed double doors there wasn’t much in the way of escape, unless you counted the row of small windows lining the back wall, but they were far too high to reach without moving the furniture around. The lack of secondary exit did nothing to soothe her frantic nerves.