In the lavishly decorated room, the walls were splattered with blood, and all the lights were on; there wasn't even a shadow on the floor!
Charlie (brother) really liked this kind of decoration; he enjoyed being surrounded by light, as if he were the embodiment of brightness.
But now, his former elegance was gone, and he was restrained awkwardly in a chair.
He looked disheveled, with dark circles around his eyes, swollen cheeks, lips cracked in several places, and the blood had already dried black.
He hung his head low, appearing devoid of strength.
Two men in suits stood around him, with one more standing right in front of him.
This person seemed to be in his fifties, with a slender build, silver-gray hair, and a few wrinkles on his face.
Those wrinkles made him look very unapproachable, somewhat fierce, as he stood with black gloves and arms crossed in front of Charlie (brother).
