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Gone. Dark. Cold.

How would he live his life like this? Lurking every where he goes, hiding his face so the world will never find him. His personality is a mirror image of his “lair.”

He lives in the darkness. Away from the world. He is in this bubble. No one can harm him when he is hiding his true identity. The mask covers him. Changes him. The lair is secluded from everyone else. Darkness is him. His lair reminds him of that.

His life is gone to everyone around him. Being below the opera house I bet he hasn’t seen daylight in a very long time. Ever since his childhood he felt like he had to change himself for others to like him. The decoration is as if no one had lived, everything is dead. The dimed ambiance, the hollowed soul, darkness surrounds him.

As you enter through the corridor you can see the old paintings, the sadness, everything is black. He has no color. No life in where he lives. The underground lake with the murky waters makes him have this feeling that he has to become someone who frightens others so people cannot see his true self.

The lair is him. The lair shows who he is. He is a hider.