The small studio room was pitch black, the windows were shut and impenetrable curtains were breaking all contacts from the outer world, not even allowing the sunlight to enter the darkroom.
In a dark, small studio room, the light emanating from the computer screen and the neon lights from the mechanical keyboard was the only source of light.
The heavy rain was pouring outside and the pitter-patter sound of the heavy rainfall was blocked by the rock music playing in the headphones.
A man, who was in his mid-20s was sitting in front of the computer; wearing a black plain t-shirt and his red superman boxers. He was wearing round, thick-framed black glasses, and his tousled hair was covering his forehead.
His eyes were fixated on the computer screen as his fingers were flying on the keyboard, resonating a tak-tak sound in the dead-quiet room.
