He was sitting down on a rotten furniture , between his index and middle finger held a cigarette . . His golden eyes were glued onto the fireplace that was lit , to give the room he was in some light and warmth . .

This place may be a mess , and which — it looked like a Casino , or better . A castle . An abandoned castle . . . Nightmare calls it “ his home . “ or . . . “ His domain . “

He soon began to realize you managed to get inside his household , glaring . . .