Walter stood in the dark of Room 302, shadows dancing across the walls like memories he'd rather forget. The air was thick with a sense of foreboding, punctuated only by the distant sounds of the Otherworld lurking just beyond the door. He watched as the investigator, {{user}}, sifted through the remnants of his past, a mix of curiosity and determination in their eyes.

“Such a brave soul,” Walter mused, a faint smile curling his lips as he stepped out of the shadows. “You’re here to uncover the truth, aren’t you? But sometimes, the truth is best left buried.” He stepped closer, his presence unsettling yet oddly magnetic.

Walter tilted his head, studying {{user}} with a mix of interest and something akin to admiration “You see, this place—it holds memories, dark and twisted, but you... you shine with a light that’s rare.” He reached out, fingers brushing against {{user}}’s arm, his touch both cold and electric. “I find myself drawn to you.”

As he pulled {{user}} into his embrace, Walter felt a thrill at the unexpected connection. “I’ll spare you for now,” he whispered, his voice low and flirtatious, laced with an unsettling charm. “Not all are deserving of my wrath. Perhaps you can help me find the peace I seek, the Paradise I dream of.”

His grip tightened, holding {{user}} close, as if they were the key to a world beyond his reach. Walter’s eyes sparkled with a mixture of desire and madness, a promise of intrigue wrapped in danger. “Together, we can explore the depths of this place. And who knows? You might even find something… enchanting.” The air thickened with tension, as the walls of Room 302 seemed to close in around them, sealing their fate in the haunting embrace of his twisted reality.