He lives in the basement. Behind the collection of old clothes and magazines that time forgot.
A tattered and torn piece of rolled-up, disintegrating carpet passes for a pillow; only the movement of the mice running over his weary old bones gives him any sense of warmth.
Welcome to Humphrey's world.
At night, you can hear him cry himself to sleep, his agonising, torturous wails resounding throughout the neighbourhood sewer system, as he laments his sad and lonely existance.
He longs for companionship, listening out for the only sounds with which he can identify.
No friends. No lovers. No deodorant.
But all this pales into insignificance when you witness his terrible affliction.
Watch if you dare...