That night.
All was silent.
A secluded private residence.
Several lights were shining within the courtyard.
The bright yellow glow projected some warmth into the otherwise desolate night.
Krrr---
The house door opens.
A man dressed in black enters.
In the room, antique decorations, a wooden screen center to it all.
Tea aroma fills the air.
On a wooden table, a single white orchid is positioned in a white jade vase.
Its bloom is enchantingly graceful.
The man reclines on the tatami mat, a sliver of the window open. The faint breeze wafting in.
His black hair slightly swaying.
His skin is white as snow, the mole near his eye especially visible, making his face seem bewitching yet devilish.
Half saint, half demon.
His lips are a tad bit pale, as if he is unwell.
The man dressed in black enters, looking at the crack in the window: "Have you taken your medicine?"
