The pentacle patterned wooden floor from the main room continues into the kitchen, marked off from the rest of the dorm by a pair of imposing double doors, looking like the sort of doors meant to keep a battering ram at bay in a haunted castle. Within, the kitchen cabinets are arched like the windows of a cathedral, wrought iron curlicues that hold glass panes in place, through which can be scene their morbidly patterned china plates and cups. The butcher's block has a deep gouge in it, indicating some prior use, as does the red tint that has long since seeped indelibly into the wood. An imposing rack of knives— fish knives for deboning, butcher knives, shitty rusted knives that you really shouldn't be using in the kitchen, serrated knives, and others— hangs ominously above the food preparation area's black marble surfaces.

The refrigerator hides behind a dark unlabeled door, just big enough to shut someone inside, with the freezer starting at eye-level. The faucets are shaped like gargoyles, with wings instead of handles, whose necks extend so their heads can be manipulated to spray water where needed. A wood fired oven squats in the middle of the back wall, its maw decorated with demons at the mouth of hell, and an eternal stack of firewood can be found besides it.

The more modern stove, slightly more low key, has flames that sometimes light up eerie colors, and emits the scent of something faintly familiar, a scent that surely you'll remember if you leave it on just a bit longer if you leave it burning for too long.