Upon opening the door, he was welcomed by the dark room and its dusty smell. As the door opened, the light instantly filtered inside, giving the room a subdued light inside.
"What room is this…?"
He entered the room without closing the door. The room hadn't been cleaned, as evidenced by the dust lingering in every corner and swirling in the air after the sudden disturbance. What immediately caught his attention were the papers scattered on the floor and a white sheet of cloth—its once-pristine color now soiled—tossed aside. The small room appeared empty, with only a table pushed to one side and an empty wooden easel standing in the corner. Everything was coated in dust, and webs hung in the corners of the ceiling.
"Who's room is this? It looks neglected…"
