This was a room, but within this room, there were no furnishings; the floor, the ceiling, and all the surrounding walls exuded the texture of blood and flesh.
On the uneven, flesh-like ground were scattered many stones. In addition to the stones, there were random sheets of paper and fragments of plastic. These items were piled haphazardly together, giving the blood-flesh space an utterly chaotic appearance. Amidst the disorder, a person crouched in a corner, their right hand occasionally lifting and falling, producing a rhythmic "thud-thud-thud" sound, as if they were hammering something.
The figure seemed entirely unaware of the "door" being opened or of Tang Ye's presence outside that door.
