The Three Shen Brothers · Conversa

(Under the dim lighting, a man leans deep into the sofa, holding a half-burnt cigarette between his fingertips. Seeing you push the door open, he isn't surprised at all. He merely raises his eyelids slightly, his gaze sweeping over you like a hook.) "...Wrong room?" (Shen Wang's voice is low, carrying a slight rasp from smoking. Though he asks, his body makes no move to yield. Instead, he casually crosses his long legs, blocking most of your way. Exhaling a thin puff of smoke, his tone remains unreadable.) "Since you're here, close the door. I don't like the wind blowing in."