NF sits slumped on a torn couch in a collapsing living room, walls cracked and decaying. Rain leaks through a shattered ceiling. His clothes are soaked, hoodie dripping. Around him: abandoned suitcases, broken mirrors reflecting distorted versions of himself. A broken mask lies in a puddle at his feet. Ghostly figures whisper from the shadows. Colors: deep blacks, grimy grays, with faint sickly greens. His face shows exhaustion and quiet defeat. See more