The moment Rora stepped inside, the door behind her clicked shut, and the dark room was suddenly bathed in light.
A man sat behind a table, leisurely smoking a cigarette. He was the only person Rora had encountered in this place who wasn't wearing a mask.
"Who are you?" the man asked, exhaling smoke, clearly in no rush for an answer as he reclined in his chair.
Rora, in no mood to reveal her identity, countered, "Are you the one Old Smith always comes to meet?"
She tossed a membership card onto the table. It skidded towards the man, stopping just at the edge. His eyes widened in surprise as he picked it up, recognizing it as Old Smith's. He no longer viewed Rora as a helpless lady.
"How are you related to Old Smith?" he asked, sitting up straight.
"He's my grandfather," Rora replied
