The dim room was covered in a thin veil of crimson moonlight, and everything was indistinct.
The three men in the black coats were sleeping in different spots. And on the sofa, Klein's eyes half-blended into the darkness by closing them, it was as if he had entered a deep slumber.
His dream was a gray, distorted world, occasionally flashing with brilliance.
Finally, the brilliance settled to form a scene.
It was a gloomy corner, the ground sloshed with sewage. A man with short brown hair, a white shirt, and a brown vest was leaning against the wall, surrounded by a dense mischief of gray rats.
