[i]Violet's place was empty for the most part, a white, three-person couch in the back of it. In front of the couch was a glass table the same length as the couch itself, three unopened cans of beer sitting on it, and one half full glass of it. Beside the beer was a full-size, black violin case, which was left unzipped and open, the shoulder rest still on the violin. In the middle of the room was a black music stand, and opened on the stand was the piece Violet was humming earlier; Beethoven's Seventh, Second Movement. There was one window on the opposite side of the room to the entrance door, rather the entire wall was a window, overlooking a dojo courtyard. The room was painted a light magenta, the carpets white. The room was about 5 by 5 meters, and had a door to the couch's left The door was wide open, and led into Violet's bedroom, which was painted the same light magenta, a neatly set twin sized bed in the middle, with white sheets. On the opposite side of the main room to the couch was another door, which led to a small kitchen, the same size as the original room, this one painted with white walls and a checkerboard floor pattern. There were various cupboards and cabinets nearly arranged in the kitchen, with a stove, sink, oven, and dishwasher all in one neat line beneath a small window overlooking the same courtyard the main window was facing. A small, round, glass table with three chairs was in the kitchen, with leftovers from Violet's lunch, Fettuccine Alfredo, sitting on a plate, unfinished. It was oddly clean and empty, with nothing personal relating to Violet at all, due to her not remembering anything personal about herself. Hanging on the couches' right was Violet's trademark, shiny and polished, seven foot long chainsaw. Besides that was a bookshelf as tall as the room, packed with novels.[/i] "Welcome to my humble abode," [i]Violet yawned, entering the kitchen. Moments later she came back out, holding glass. Looking at JT, she smiled.[/i] "Care for a beer?" [i]She asked.[/i]