It wasn't a room like any other in the world. It was a room with special equipment and instruments that made you think you were going to die. This wasn't the only reason. The main reason was the monster doing some things with me while I was sitting on the tortured chair and couldn't move. Every time I sat in that chair I closed my eyes. I didn't have the courage to see that ugly monster play his damned game against me. When you see this monster, you would also be scared of him. his appearance was not good, and neither was the room. Every time he entered the room he had to bend down to enter. His head had strange things on it too. For example, his lips were strange. When you see them, you will be able to know the definition of darkness. I even thought he ate cigarettes and didn't smoke them. In the right part of that room there was a small brown desk with many documents and files laid out on it, so that the monster would know what kind of torture he was going to do with me. Along with that small desk there was a small chair that could be moved easily, and which helped him play his game while walking...