"So... you actually experienced all that during this 'business trip'? Sounds quite thrilling."
The curtains in the room were tightly closed, and the afternoon sunlight only barely managed to cast a golden hue on the gray curtains. A faint light seeped into the dim room as Selyu put down the newspaper and spoke amidst the swirling smoke.
"More than just thrilling, I am practically the most outstanding terrorist of the last decade or so. Thanks to me, a world war engulfing the Western world is imminent."
Lorenzo, with a cigarette in his mouth, sat at his workbench with his back to Selyu.
Although Lorenzo looked quite relaxed, his eyebrows were tightly knit, like a scar that couldn't smoothen.
