Casa Carlito: A Toxic Lament

At Casa Carlito, the air's gone sour. Whispers of danger in every hour.

Wall stained yellow like a warning sign. You breathe in deep.

It's the devil's design. Hydrogen sulfide kisses, ozone's cruel

bites, ammonia dances in the dead of night. Casa Carlito,

where the shadows choke! The air is poison, every breath's a

choke. Casa Carlito, where the gas clouds bloom. One step inside,

you're sealing your doom. Windows scream, but they don't let in light.

Ceilings drip with the ghosts of the night. The floorboards creak like a final