Lord Martin Cail Carbon’s Bugatti light up the way from the road to his lonely mansion. He drive the car up to the pavilion and parked it outside of the terrace, the lifeless mansion with no lights turned on when his two continuous clap was heard then automatically responded. The dark hallways lighten up and he walk to his lotus-like wooden chair and sit down to get a cigarette from the side where his lotus-like ashtray is located. He holds his head and hairs while the cigar is on his mouth supported by his teeth, Lord Martin breath heavily while looking at the lifeless mansion that was once full of love and laughter 3 years ago.
He get his golden-coated lighter with a kanji calligraphy of HANA written on it, using his own artistry and talent in painting. He blows the smoke in the thin a
