the dimly lit room, once grand with its elaborate wallpaper and ornate lamps, now stands in stark contrast to the eerie presence that looms within. the figure, a man garbed in a top hat and suit, sits perched on the edge of an unmade bed, his eyes glowing a chilling red as he regards the viewer. the air is thick with an atmosphere of decay and foreboding, hinting at stories untold and secrets hidden behind the musty walls and peeling wallpaper. despite the room's deteriorating state, the figure maintains an air of quiet dignity, as if waiting patiently for an oblong encounter that could alter the course of reality itself