That's mine

He walked down the steps to the basement. It was dark. He looked behind if he would see anyone pass by. A whiff in the air. He turned back to the door of the basement. The light is at the center of the room. He pushed open the door and left ajar.

The empty seats were turned over the table. He wanted to leave when he saw a pile of blood on the tiles at the left end of the room. He perceived the presence of a rotten body. It was to place where it was. The room was white, spacious, and empty. 

He walked to the right end of the room where he felt the scent strongly. He proceeded to touch the glistening walls. He felt a soft silky cloak. It appeared to be hung on the wall. He took it to look at the inner texture of the apparel for some reason.

The name was tagged—Ophelia. He shuddered with the cloak in his hand. A sheeted carpet dropped next to him. It was camouflaged in white.