Morning wasn't much different from dusk, with visibility poor. The Zeppelin hovering above Berlin like a sluggish whale, blocked the already scarce sunlight. The entire city felt enveloped in dust that seemed to fall from the sky.,"Excuse me, do you have a fruit knife here" he asked.,Watching the boss, eyes wide with terror, stare at him before clutching his neck and collapsing, writhing on the ground like a fat, juicy maggot, Jack sighed helplessly. He turned around, flipped the sign to "CLOSE", pulled down the curtain, and locked the door behind him.。