Within a dark room…
It was clearly an unknown basement.
Da Gang was seated before a computer and the flashing screen of the computer was the only source of light within the room. In one hand, Da Gang was holding on to a take-away meal box. The contents of the box were fried fish and chips. A bottle of Coke was placed beside him.
He chewed the fried fish that was dipped in tomato sauce while his other hand held on to the mouse and deftly moved it through the computer screen.
Behind Da Gang, the poor Frenchman, Jean was wrapped up and placed in a corner of the room, his being appeared similar to a mummy. Upon Jean’s body was a layer of liquid metal. The liquid metal wrapped him up completely, exposing only a pair of eyes.
The pair of eyes stared at Da Gang’s back. Those eyes were seemingly exhibiting both anger and fear.
Da Gang finally turned around just as he was tossing the last piece of fried fish into his mouth. He licked his fingers and smiled.
