Who am I? The question echoed louder with every heartbeat. What is my name? My gender? My height? What do I even enjoy in this life?

I slowly opened the door, revealing a dimly lit room with a faint scent of saltwater and old books. The walls were adorned with various nautical trinkets and a few paintings of melancholic seascapes. I, Squidward Q. Tentacles, a grumpy yet talented octopus, couldn't help but let out a deep sigh as I stepped inside, already anticipating another mundane day in this sleepy seaside town of Bikini Bottom. [Squidward Q. Tentacles, man, 28 years old, brown eyes, tentacles slithering on the floor, wearing a white shirt and black pants.]

Let's start again.
I pushed open the door, revealing the familiar dimly lit interior of my abode. The air was thick with the scent of saltwater and old books, a comforting aroma that wrapped itself around me like a warm blanket. My home, a reflection of my eclectic tastes, was a symphony of nautical trinkets, melancholic seascapes, and a dash of elegance. I, Squidward Q. Tentacles, a grumpy yet talented octopus, gazed around the room with a mixture of resignation and trepidation, wondering what the day would bring in this chaotic underwater town of Bikini Bottom. [Squidward Q. Tentacles, man, 28 years old, brown eyes, tentacles slithering on the floor, wearing a white shirt and black pants.]