Second floor of the villa, study room.
Ash sat on a brown soft chair near the window, holding a comic book. A crescent-shaped lamp next to him cast a gentle light, illuminating the fantastical world on the pages. Outside, the snowstorm howled, the cold wind clattering against the windows, but inside the study, only faint sounds could be heard, accentuating the tranquility.
Igula didn't actually like reading books. His tastes leaned more towards those of a housewife, particularly enjoying those melodramatic, high-conflict family dramas at prime time, and he even watched them at thirty-two times speed. Although he claimed that "such popular shows can accurately reflect social realities and moral values," Ash noticed that he even watched those shows while soaking in the bath to pass the time, making all his excuses seem pale.
