The merciless evening sun pours into a room littered with discarded clothes, garbage bags, and mountains of half-read books. Countless specks of dust dancing in the air sparkle like golden particles, as if blessing the space itself.

...The loop of rope before him also gleamed in the light.

He had no spare attention to spare for such things—well, it didn't matter, since everything would end soon anyway. As he idly thought this, he stepped onto the platform and reached for the hanging rope. Then, a shadow fell before him.