Death is everywhere. Every where you look, corpses and bodies and blood. You've known this scene for longer than you think. You pray to God but you should be praying to me. You will meet me soon... very soon.
Your in my room. My domain. You hurt. You will even more. Your miserable. Good. According to why you are here, you deserve it. You are claustrophobic. You will stay that way. As said by a famous poet, "abandon all hope ye who enters here".
Welcome to hell.
