C79 You Can't be Soft-hearted

The wind in the night was cold and windy, with a thin drizzle, and in the cool wind the rain hit the window without mercy, making a loud crackling sound in the room.

The large hotel apartment was unusually quiet, and there was not even a single lamp post in the room. It was pitch black and frightening. A man was standing by the window with his arms crossed. In the glass ashtray on the windowsill