It appears to be a rather lavish living room. A staircase made entirely of marble ascends beyond view, and there is a fireplace on the far side of the room. Countless sheets of paper adorned with scribblings of what appear to be names, and numbers sit next to a dozen or so bags filled with dice on a mahogany coffee table. 

Everything seems peaceful. 

Except... upon a change of viewing angle, there's an old cement staircase leading down into a dark area. Muffled noises can be heard all the way from the window. Some sound like screams, others like a snapping noise. Every once in a while an, "Ooooooh...", escapes the window pane. Paintings that before seemed lifeless were actually trembling considerably now.