In a room within the opal moon pack. In a room with not a speck of natural light, a room closed off to the rest of the world by a heavy door, there is a faint white light which produces an eerie glow, reflecting off the overly shiny surfaces. The only sound in the room is the faint hum of a compressor as it struggles to keep the space at a suitable temperature.
This room is as important as any other in the house but it really was a rush job. Thick silvery foil covered polystyrene panels line the walls, sitting in front of them are big blocks of ice, as large as commercially available and replaced weekly if not required sooner.
The room is bitingly cold, but for the two occupants of the room the temperature matters little, nothing matters to them.
In the centre of the room sits two stain
