31. Royally fucked.

The room was poorly illuminated; the black paint covering its walls didn't help a bit to brighten the sour mood he was in. A young male entered the bedroom without knocking or fearing invading one's privacy. His eyes scanned the room for the millionth time, silently wondering why they weren't painted red- it would suit the owner more. When his attention fell on a large figure, sitting on the sofa