Eeek, the door squeaks quietly as Cinder pushes the door open.
The room is small but large enough to have an exam bed, a desk, and a rolling cabinet that I can only assume contains supplies. The floor is white marble, beautifully accented by the black furniture and white walls. Against the furthest corner of the right wall is the bed, while the cabinet is rolled directly in front of it. In contrast, the desk is snuggled in the left corner and piled with papers.
A male, who I assume is Raphael, is sitting working on paperwork at his desk.
"You must be, Topaz," he states with an average sounding voice, although something is soothing about the way he talks.
"I am," I state as I take a deep breath, inhaling the chemical scent of the room.
"Cinder's told me a lot about you," he beams as
