Scrubman and the greasy mirror attic 2

You look around the Blood Attic of the Forbidden Siren's Seals, which is the dumb name you decided to give it just now; fuck you're insufferable...
There are dozens of dusty boxes filled with useful things that could help you, you ignore those and see a box labeled: "GRI********S" in smudged messy sharpie.
There are some shabby drapes on your attic's empty window, blocking out the un-light.
There is an old box of chinese or thai or whatever. You were really drunk. It smells so fucking bad that you can actually see it's smell's non-corporeal form.
The atmosphere is [ゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴゴ]
Exit is not viable