Putting down his dark red fountain pen, Klein picked up the piece of paper with the divination statement and leaned back in his chair.
His lips moved as he whispered, "Capim's dinner time today," over and over again.
Klein's voice echoed above the empty gray fog as his eyes rapidly turned dark, and his eyelids drooped.
In a fragmented dreamscape, he saw the spacious, elegant dining room where there was gilded porcelain cutlery, caviar, roasted chicken, lamb stew, fried rib eye steak, deep-fried Dragon-Bone Fish, thick creamy soup, and so on.
The food was placed in a certain order according to specific requests in front of several diners. Among them was the slightly plump Capim; the middle-aged gentleman in a white wig, Harras; the thin-bloused Katy; and Parker, whose face was rather unintimidating due to his old age.
