Connection Interrupted

Debussy's "Clair de Lune" played continuously from a gramophone, echoing through a European-style villa.

A man wearing deep crimson goggles and sporting a mouthful of metal teeth sat on a sofa in a bathrobe, holding a television remote.

Kneeling before him was a maid with a perfectly shaped back. Yet her neck was rather unusual—metal cables could be seen beneath her delicate skin.

Above her neck was no head, but an old twenty-inch television.

The image on the television showed a subway passage, playing footage of Luo Di and the others killing the living corpses.

The man adjusted the remote, paused and enlarged the image, focusing on Luo Di's left arm... that jet-black metal arm, completely unaffected by infection and easily capable of crushing living corpse heads.

As though something had stirred him,

the man immediately made a greeting gesture.

The maid kneeling before him slowly rose, walked backward, and came directly before the man to kneel again.

The man opened his metal-toothed mouth and extended a tongue radiating an uncanny glow, licking it... Yet what he licked was not the maid's back, but Luo Di's arm on the television screen.

"Delicious."

Then, he adjusted the image again. This time, it focused on a subway train covered in bloodstains and severed limbs, with Luo Di and the others sitting inside.

He took out a marker and circled Luo Di alone on the television screen.

Then, he raised his right hand and snapped his fingers softly. Along with the sound, another maid "walked" over... More accurately, she crawled over.

The exposed back of this maid was actually covered in metal piano keys.

The television maid returned to her previous position, while the piano maid crawled before him.

The man's fingers descended upon her,

lightly tapping the keys.

The melody was the