The old man was very happy today, had a few more drinks, and pulled his two sons to chat about things from their youth.
The younger generation all returned to their rooms.
Bella Green opened the door, just stepped inside, when she sensed something was off.
The incongruous smell of tobacco in the room made her nerves instantly tense, instinctively wanting to retreat from the room.
But her arm was grabbed first, pulled into the room, and then the door was closed.
The room lights were off, even the curtains were drawn.
Luckily, there was only a sheer layer drawn, with some light faintly coming through.
The golden frame of the man's glasses reflected a faint glow.
Bella Green was about to scream, but the man's elegant voice sounded lightly.
"Do you want to call someone over to see how we look right now?"
That calm voice lacked even a hint of tension or fear.
