It's dark. No lights on inside the room but the ambient light from outdoors begins to shine a bit of illumination on the various features. It appears to be a kitchen, but there isn't much time to consider it.

As the door opens Cid is met with the the end of a sword through the narrow opening; an Achamite sword. One that has been blunted considerably to the point of being laughable even for practice. On the other end is a young man with pointed ears and dark messy hair, shadowed but much of the room. He's breathing quickly as is visible by the way his chest is rising and falling.

"Drop your weapons!" he orders in a hushed hiss.