Stepping through the door, you find yourself in what appears to be a living room, judging by the moth-bitten old sofa in front of you, and its woodworm-ridden cousin in the form of a rocking chair in the corner. At the core of the room, atop a yellowed old Persian rug, is a coffee table, with edges perfectly positioned to catch you on the shin if you're not careful skirting by.

There are four doors in the room, one per wall, including the one you entered through. All four are relatively unassuming, but beyond them, you'll hopefully uncover some clues.