180 - Xenneth

Room 180, that one desolate room at the end of the hall that seems to go unnoticed seeing that it’s just as distant and reserved as the member that stays in there. The rooms seems to have a simplistic design to reflect the tidy nature of it’s keeper: the floors seem to have a permanent speck or smudge once every couple of tiles most likely due to its previous owner. The scent in the room lingers freshly with some sort of botanical red jasmine fresheners most likely to keep the scent just as comforting as the sight as the area seems to consist of clean yellow thick blanket comforters. A single night light with the form of a bulb closed in on a tilting yellow star sits cutely upon the desk. The room seems very much tidy to the point that the owner is obviously a neat freak about his room.