The lights in the spartanly furnished room are all
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Roaches scurry here and there, as they only come out at night... and it is always night in eelfland...
It is hauntingly quiet in the room, all you can here is the endless tap, tap, tapping of fingers, excitedly racing around the keyboard... A pungent odor fills the small, clothes strewn basement bedroom rental.
In a small broken mirror, hanging on the pitted wall in front of him, you can see his face reflected in the light of his laptop screen... maniacal, leering... his thick black glasses constantly slide down on his nose.
He wipes his sticky hand on his pants... and waits for a reply....
Welcome... to eelfland.....