In the pitch-black room, devoid of a single ray of light, the space swallowed people like a bottomless abyss.
Suddenly, the click of a lighter sounded, and a pale blue flame brought a searing heat that illuminated a small patch of space.
A man had a slender cigarette between his lips, slowly moving it toward the flame. His long silver hair was as smooth as silk, and a fedora shadowed his brow and eyes, obscuring his expression.
Chapter 198