The interior of the house is large, and its owner certainly rich. Corinthian marble pillars lined the long hallway, its high ceiling decorated with shimmering crystal chandeliers. There are many doors – more than Chanyeol can count - and he thinks, rather amusedly, that he could probably fit fifty replicas of his room here and still have space to spare. The housekeeper finally comes to a stop in front of the only white door in the entire building, at the every end of the hall. He lets go of Chanyeol’s hand, and the painter shakes it nervously, trying to regain some feeling in his numb fingers.