Except for the dim glow of the screen, much of the room was shrouded in darkness. The players were gathered before the screen, and despite their collective breath, the temperature of the room was rather cold.
Perhaps it had something to do with the weather outside.
The rain that began at noon persisted. However, it was more like drizzle now. The droplets of rain streaked long over the window. However, the attention of the people inside was focused on the glowing screen before them.
Just before the screen stood a bald individual with a remote in his hands. The light from the screen fell on his bald head and reflected as if it weren't his head but a mirror.
His expression appeared somewhat stiff. If someone was meeting him for the first time, that person would have questioned him if he was mad at something. However, those who knew him had gotten used to his expression.
These players gathered in the room were no different.
