As his polished black shoe stepped onto the chilly ground of the chamber, his eyes were no longer as serene as the night's ocean but as red as the catastrophic volcano.

　　His tall stature dominated the door frame, the tray of food was held in one hand, and his jaws were clenched tightly. Veins drew from his cheeks and neck, trickling down to his hands.

　　I was baffled.

　　As he took another step forward, I found ...