In the unsettling yet grandiose room, its atmosphere tainted by blood and carnage, a young man reclined with a relaxed posture. He casually rested his blood smeared, bandaged leg on the seat of a massive chair that bore a striking resemblance to a throne instead.
Though short and youthful in appearance, the figure's stature, smeared with blood, exuded a commanding aura of regality that incited dread, despair, and an ominous sense of impending doom.
In his blood-drenched hands lay a gun and a butcher knife, both stained with crimson. The hand that held the butcher knife rested casually on his knee, which in turn rested upon his seat.
In front of him was a naked woman, whose unwillingness were displayed by her face dyed in tears, her woeful moans, and by her hands that clawed at those cold and lifeless bodies beneath her, while she was forced to bent over, on her knees.