You enter a room with checker-patterned black and white flooring, a table sitting in front of a curved wall of tall windows. A chess board sits on top of the table, but it looks as if the game has had its pieces put away save for a black bishop, a black knight, and a black rook.

The windows themselves show nothing but a darkness outside. Unlike the other rooms, however, the darkness is almost a comfort, a relieving feeling.

Less relieving is probably how, on the other end of this room, near a lounge seating area, a man and a woman appear to be uneasily watching both the entrance and exit of the room. There's sweat on their brows and their clothes are mussed and torn, more as if they have just been in a fight than anything else.

The fact that some tiles on the floor aren't even and a hint of purple smears on the white tiles may give away just what they were fighting.