The entrance hall had once been a tall, ornate space lit by chandeliers; now it was a rubble-strewn wasteland. Low, red emergency lights illuminated the floor while weapons fire had pockmarked the walls—deep soot-filled grooves alongside smaller blue-splattered craters. Broken glass and spent bullet casings crunched underfoot as they entered. Antique furniture lay smashed and overturned, wooden splinters scattered across a smoldering green carpet.