Whatever this room was can't be made out. It has been totally destroyed, torn to shreds. There was white cloth on the walls, but it's splashed with blood. Whatever was once in here is long gone, shards of wood and stone everywhere. In terms of statues, all you make out in the center is a pair of smallish feet. The rest has been utterly destroyed, apparently exploded from the inside out.
There is a door at the end, shut and locked, with a keyhole. You can hear, somewhat muffled by the length of the room and the shut door, someone singing on the other side.
The Truth 3
Whatever this room was can't be made out. It has been totally destroyed, torn to shreds. There was white cloth on the walls, but it's splashed with blood. Whatever was once in here is long gone, shards of wood and stone everywhere. In terms of statues, all you make out in the center is a pair of smallish feet. The rest has been utterly destroyed, apparently exploded from the inside out.
There is a door at the end, shut and locked, with a keyhole. You can hear, somewhat muffled by the length of the room and the shut door, someone singing on the other side.