By all appearances, this room - a conference room, from the looks of it, ringed by desks, double doors, and computor monitors, with one side entirely composed of whiteboard and supplied by two steel mesh cylinders each half the height of a person overflowing with colored dry-erase markers - is lit by a giant skylight.
By all appearances, it's gloriously sunny outside.
It's dead silent, not a sign of life. Then one of the heavy doors clicks and swings open -