Few strands of golden rays, beaming through the arched window, grew thinner as soon as dusk began to take over.
The room was already dark, perhaps filled with dark and cold hues, engraving its mysterious atmosphere. Even if the light wasn't enough to illuminate the large chamber, it was enough to distinguish the blandness designed from the ceiling to the carpeted floor.
However bland it may be, it bore great contrast with the unusual and luxurious items sprawled within the four corners of the room as though it was in a surplus commodity.
Torn packets containing white powders were either spilled or smeared across the room.
From the golden glints reflected from the several almost empty liquor bottles and glasses, toppling like dominoes everywhere...
Across the nightstands, chaises, and floor found several ashtrays filled with embers from cigarette butts and conspicuous plant remains.
Their smoke lingered for some time, creating a dark mist that shrouded.
