Lynch took out a small box from his pocket, resembling a portable makeup mirror, only as big as his palm.
The exterior looked like dirty silver, which might not be an accurate description, but it wasn't unattractive.
The outermost layer was a bright white, while in the crevices beneath, there was a layer of something black and matte.
It seemed not very clean, yet gave a contradictory impression of not being that dirty; he didn't know how to describe it.
Lynch gently twisted it open, revealing something like powder inside, and Mr. Wardrick watched as Lynch picked up a cigarette again, dipping the tobacco end into the box of powder.
Then, he turned the filter downwards, tapping it twice on the table to allow the powder to enter the interior of the cigarette, and promptly lit it.
"There's some spice or something kind of smell..." Mr. Wardrick immediately distinguished the scent spreading in the air, which was definitely not the smell of burning tobacco; it wasn't there earlier.
