*beebeep. beebeep. click. hum. beebeebeep.*

The door groans open, but sticks about halfway to the side. As you enter, you see that nothing is where you left it. the bed is upside down on the other side of the room. Trinkets and musty, mildewed clothes are scattered everywhere. All the furniture has been torn open, their innards rotten on the floor.

The pictures painted on the wall depicting heroes from the first Rebellion have been defiled. Great smears of paint block out faces, and some crude drawings have been made in lewd positions behind the women.

In short, the room is a mess.