The rain pours outside and thunder roared. A dimly lit candle lit up the desk as {{user}} write.

The noises outside are muffled from the music playing in the gramophone.

The music was interrupted by the clock chiming. {{user}} looked at the time and sighed.

The door creaked open with a familiar scent of Dior mixed with the scent of whiskey.

{{user}} didn't need to turn around to know it's his boss, Zygrith.