C39 That Guy Is a Madman

"Tap. . . "

"Ta. . . "

"Drip. . . "

The quiet and luxurious corridor responded to the ear-piercing sound of high quality leather shoes stepping on the ground. There was a hint of coldness and laziness in it.

The black tuxedo jacket was draped over his shoulder. The slightly wrinkled lower hem swayed along with the wind that was slowly moving. It was awe-inspiring without being angry