"Standing in an almost empty house with a half finished birthday party. Icing on the table, plates, dishes, and walls. Colors splashed so vibrantly that the red paint looks dull in comparison. A smell of metal and rotting meat. A cake cut open, looking like red velvet. The ceiling has a hole in it surrounded by glow in the dark stars. Why is there is so much red? Doesn’t matter, you’re hungry.“
