Still holding my hand, he leads me to a room. It was a launch. The dim lights, the fire in the fireplace, and the smell of fresh flowers gave it a warm feeling. There was a red three-seat couch to one side with two chairs near the fire. A solid wood coffee table in the middle. On the floor before the fireplace, there was a thick furlike carpet that gave it a romantic feel. On top, there was a painting of a man. His eyes were the same as the mysterious man next to me, making me think that they were related. Everything screams expensive.
Leading me to one of the chairs, he showed me where to sit. The chair was very comfortable. Looking into the fire, my mind goes again to what happened or what could have happened.
Still standing, he turns around and disappears through doors on the left of
