Few minutes ago:
As the sun filtered through the large windows of the bustling dining hall, casting warm golden light across the tables, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and sizzling bacon filled the air. Patrons were engaged in lively conversations, laughter mingling with the clatter of utensils against plates, all while savoring their breakfast. In that vibrant scene, Song Zijian and his group made their entrance, bringing a noticeable shift in the atmosphere as they stepped into the lively space.
Sian was fully absorbed in the hearty meal before him—succulent steak cooked to a perfect medium-rare, its juices glistening under the lights, accompanied by golden, buttery eggs cooked to fluffy perfection. The aroma was tantalizing and sweet. Unfortunately for the group, they had chosen the precise moment to interrupt his culinary bliss, disrupting the blissful solitude he had found in his delicious feast.
And he just so happened to be holding a knife.
Back to the present:
