In the dim glow of a red bulb, the hotel room's walls are completely covered with eyes, each one staring unblinkingly, as if they are watching something unseen. The eyes vary in size and shape, some as small as pinpricks, others large and bloodshot, their irises reflecting the faint light in unsettling glimmers. Every surface of the room pulses with a creeping, living sensation, as if the eyes themselves are breathing, waiting. Occult symbols twist between the eyes, faintly glowing with dark energy, reinforcing the sense of being watched by something far more ancient and sinister. The suffocating silence of the room is broken only by the faint rustle of shifting eyes, tracking your every breath