บท 175: A Smile from the Shadow Part III

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At the same time, under the sky that was just turning into night, in a room that was filled with luxurious furniture: a bed, a sofa set, a shelf made of one whole piece of good quality wood, and the black grand piano in one corner of the room that seemed to be used only as decoration since it was not once played by the owner of this room at all.

The room was lit by a warm-colored light, enough to dimly illuminate its interior and a figure of a man who was lying on the sofa next to a large pane window. From there, a view of the city of Bangkok could be clearly seen from the height of this ten-story building. Hard-rock music was loudly blaring with no concern whether he would disturb the neighbor or not.

His eyes gazed outside the window at something far away, while his hand held a whiskey glass containing amber liquid within. One look could tell how high the alcohol content was in that drink.

Knock! Knock! Knock!