Balrog swirled his red wine, took a sip, and then puffed on his cigar.
"Damn, that's satisfying." Balrog breathed heavily and took a bite of the dish in front of him with a fork, a look of comfort on his face.
"This is what life is all about. Had I known, I wouldn't have listened to the doctor with all those rules."
Balrog's words were full of regret; this might be his last luxurious Chinese meal, with no opportunities in the future.
Beside him, the classical music record was playing, the majestic symphony echoing like an orchestra performing live.
Balrog continued drinking wine and smoking his cigar, closing his eyes to enjoy the music coming from the record.
But at that moment, amidst the majestic symphony, was a hint of a scream.
"Ah!"
It seemed someone was knocking at the door outside, but Balrog acted as if he hadn't heard.
