The Epic of Ellsworth, Pt. 1

Ellsworth took a deep breath and pulled on his cuffs. He ran a nervous hand over the lapels of his jacket, looking down to ensure that none of Napoleon the Great's fur was still there.

The door in front of him was heavy oak with a dark finish. The knob was iridescent, silver one moment and a flashing magenta the next. In the center of the door was carved a single letter--R--outlined in gold leaf.

Ellsworth stepped forward and enveloped the knob in a sweaty palm. He started to twist the knob, then hesitated.

"Either come in or don't, but decide already," boomed a voice from inside, strangely un-muffled by the hardwood door.

With another deep breath, Ellsworth turned the knob and entered.