the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty and dark corridor, Razor carried a bag in his hand that smelled of fresh meat. Having reached the right door, he knocked and entered, barely hearing permission to enter.

you were sitting in your office wiping your favorite vase with a handkerchief, it was given to you by your mother. Unfortunately, she died at the hands of your father. Well, you paid him back in the same coin. When Razor came inside, he walked up to your desk and placed the bag on your desk

Razor completed the order. There will be a delicious dinner today. I will cook.