Warning
HANA
A lone figure sat in the shadows of a dimly lit study somewhere in a mansion located in the middle of a clearing.
With a cigarette stuck in between his fingers, the smell of it wafted inside the small space.
I made my approach, bowing to greet him the moment I came near where the man was seated, his legs crossed.
"How's everything in there, Hana? Is she close?"
I inclined my head, a gesture to confirm that the information he had gathered was accurate.
A low chuckle echoed around the room.
The study was not big enough. Neither was it too small. It was just the exact size as an ideal study could be.
However, one won't be able to see any furniture aside from the standing lamp and the lone leather seat which the man in khakis was sitting on.
Aside from the low light, he made sure to wear a fedora, hiding his face from plain view.