You arrive to the chamber of hamlet. The sunlight struggles to penetrate the thick layer of dust that coats the room, casting a somber atmosphere.

Hamlet's eyes, once bright with curiosity, are now hollow and weary. His disheveled hair falls in unkempt waves around his face. He looks up at you with a twisted sad and thoughtful grimace. He flinched as he saw you.

"Who are you? Have you came to mock me too?" he hissed, his voice a fragile whisper that echoes in the room.