Annabelle walked into the bedroom, first passing through a short hallway adorned with expensive paintings.
Before meeting Marvin in person, I smelled a strong scent of alcohol, which was completely different from the fresh mountain air outside.
Stepping on the soft light brown carpet, Annabelle saw Marvin half leaning on the edge of the bed, sitting on the floor.
He faced the floor-to-ceiling window, with his back to Annabelle, holding a half-empty bottle of canned beer in his hand. There were also more empty beer cans beside him. His gray shirt was wrinkled, and his once fresh hair was messy and greasy.
"Go out!"
He emitted a hoarse growl.
Annabelle paused for a moment and then continued walking forward.
"I said for you to go out!"
Marvin angrily turned around and picked up an emp
