Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-29524970-20160808030602/@comment-24376783-20160808045608

After time; so much time, the door slowly creaked open, revealing not a person, but instead a room of plastic and light. Plastic draped the walls and clouded the ceiling. The floor too was covered in this foggy material. A table in the middle; one covered in the same plastic, but also blood. The red oozed over the sides and dripped onto the plastic-covered floor. There were matte black trash bags, heavy duty ones, on the floor. They were full and contorted with large pieces of something. There were lightstands in the room; four of them; one was at each corner of the table. The light fictures of each were tilted down to make the greatest shine on the table itself. The room was also empty of a whole person; the one that the figure should have been expecting to see.