Overnight, the rental room had become so dilapidated?The table was covered in dust, the posters on the wall had turned old and yellow, and that once charming face now looked eerie, like an old witch flashing a terrifying grin.The walls were draped with torn cobwebs, swirling like mist.The tangerines and apples on the small coffee table had rotted and dried up, covered in pitch-black mold, the fruit beneath turned into a pile of dried sludge. Even the aluminum window frames, which the landlord had recently replaced, were now covered in a layer of white rust, the glass foggy and cracked.Cobwebs clung to the computer screen at the head of the bed, and there wasn’t a drop of water in the cup, which now housed the shriveled corpse of an unrecognizable insect.A slightly choking smell of dust filled the air.Everything appeared so gray and lifeless, like an old black-and-white movie.