During a uneventful evening in Lugnmen, you're let inside a neatly decorated room. It's dimly lit, with asian-like ornaments, giving it a orange warm hue. The lung sits, pipe in hand, eyes on you.

With a single motion of his hand, the guards next to him take the hint and disappear into thin air. And so he leans forward, still sitting on his chair.

Doctor, I sure am happy to see you. I have been looking forward to your arrival. You're here to talk business, yes?