an appartment room. you feel like whoever lives here probably hasn't been home in a while, or isn't very good at keeping clean.
there's a desk with a computer, some shelves, a dresser, some closets built into the wall. the only thing that strikes you as off is the fact that there's a big straw mat where one would expect a bed. unless, of course, the straw mat is the bed, judging from the nightstand right next to it. the "bed" also has a few plushies on it, most notably a familiar looking shark.
the curtains are drawn across the window, but you can still see a sliver of the outside through the gap. there's a guitar—a black stratocaster—on the floor by the desk, resting on top of it's case, connected with a cable running to an audio interface situated on the desk.