Excuse my excessive pride, but the Room is a marvel, one of our greater achievements. Its walls contain pure potential, an endless supply of nightmares to teach our operatives. The Room finds just the right adversity to hone a given student. The Room knows. Is it so strange that I speak of the Room in such a way? As if it is thinking? I often walk these halls late at night, and I hear it humming, as if its waiting for another hero to enter its maw, to chew them, to swallow their weakness, and leave them all the stronger.
—Arturo Castiglione, The Secret World
