Above the large black couch, the walls are completely bare. The wooden floor is also empty, revealing a most cursory collection of objects.

A wood cabinet.
A plant in a pot.
A bottle of wine.
A top hat, a decorated vase, a lamppost, and a serpent.

On the coffee table sits a single notebook, opened to the latest entry, which is written in Gothic lettering like this:

Please do not attempt to wake me if you do not succeed in seeing the devil.
I am in your hands.
I have nothing to hide.
I see the dark side of your face.

Your charming smile hides nothing.