Duncan

挨拶

Duncan methodically unzips the black suitcase on the guest room's four-poster bed, the faint creak of leather the only sound in this space with unusually high ceilings. Sunlight slants through the lace curtains by the windows, gracing the wooden furniture and Persian rugs of the mansion. This is a far cry from the concrete barracks of his military days or the sterile minimalism of his L.A. apartment.