Dusk Manor was a strange place, and Julian couldn't shake the sensation of a presence lurking in the Manor. He continued to wonder around alone, until he passed an ornate door. Looking over his shoulder, partly hoping something was there to explain why he felt like he was being watched, then he went inside.
It was a large room filed with many shoe racks and rows of various costumes, clothes and hats. One side of the room was a vast mirror with an ornate frame. Looking at all the clothing, and somewhat acknowledging your rain-drenched state, Julian considered getting changed.
Walking down the room, Julian considered why there were so many clothes from so many places, styles and eras. There were togas, kimonos and things as plain as a pair of board shorts. The shoes were similar, with there being loafers, runners, flip-flops and sandals.
Julian came to a stop by a piece of clothing that caught his attention, and approached it.