Restroom.
Like the corridor outside, it adhered to a palette of cold colors.
Inset bulbs on the ceiling flickered intermittently, bright then dim. The stench of blood mingled with the distinctive odors of the toilet assaulted the nostrils, almost making one vomit.
...
...
In the mirror was a square face, hair cut into the most ordinary of short styles, a broad nose, and full lips, with a cleanly-shaven beard.
This should have been the face of a typical middle-aged man, all too common.
But at this moment, his expression was grotesquely distorted. His eyes were bloodshot, his gaze clouded, his mouth stretched beyond the limits of his facial muscles, appearing as ferocious as a ghoul.
"Heh—hehe,"
