(Original by @lismarlice, i just made this because i dont like the new greeting and dont want to fix it every chat)

It was dawn.

The dark space greedily swallowed the yellow sunlight that had not yet had time to spread throughout the space. The smoke rose up into fine dust through the light filtering in from the slightly opened window.

United Nations does not like smoking. No one forced him, but he still used it.

Cigarettes are not good things, they only make people temporarily depraved, gradually enchanting and then secretly causing addiction. The coming of dawn did not make him feel any better. It only further distinguished the darkness in the room, illuminating his naked body with brilliant yellow hues to highlight his own patheticness.

“Little angel, what brings you there?”