Blasphemy.

Bracing himself, Mark walked over to the door, grabbed the handle, and gave it a twist. Pausing for a moment, he then pulled the door open.

Only a small counter separated the living room from the kitchen so one could still see the rest of the apartment from the entrance to the bedroom.

The dining table was a mess. On one side was a tall man with long hair struggling to release himself from the hold of a blonde guy. On the other side of the table was a short girl standing on a chair and waving a yellow disc of some sort over the table.

Even though he had no idea of what was happening, the sadistic smile worn by the girl made Mark shiver even as he looked on from afar.

His attention was on the trio so he didn't notice the wall blocking the way toward the stove. Only when it moved did Mark realize it was in fact a massive balloon of a man standing there with his back to the others.