The same music room as before, but horribly corrupted. The grand piano is shattered and covered in rust, your keys drip a dark, sticky substance that looks like coagulated blood. The strings of violins and cellos are broken and twisted like tendons, and the bodies of the instruments seem to be made of rotten meat. The acoustic guitar is hung with rusty chains, and its wood has decayed into a putrefactive mass. The large windows are blocked by twisted metal bars and a pulsating organic membrane, with deformed humanoid shapes pressing from the outside. The walls are covered with black mold, arcane symbols with blood and a pattern of throbbing veins. The air is thick with a reddish mist and the floor is dotted with bone fragments and teeth. The atmosphere is one of desperation, torture and forced silence.