Warning, this scene contains matured content.
A few hours before...
It was twilight, the weather outside was misty and hazy. The river was calm as always.
Inside the cottage the air was steamy and woods were burning inside the fireplace. A poor dim light was offering the place plenty of glints that could make the eyes see around.
A woman was groaning and Ryan was gasping. The heavy air was saying that it was a long time that he didn't open the windows nor bothered to clean the dust from the tables or other facilities.
