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In a dark corner, a man lounged on a couch, one leg draped elegantly over the other. His face was obscured by shadows and a haze of cigarette smoke that drifted lazily through the room. He was completely indifferent to everything around him, his aura exuding an eerie coldness that could send shivers down anyone's spine. The faint red glow from his cigarette was the only light in his corner.
A sudden vibration jolted him from his reverie, and he glanced at his phone screen, smirking as he read the message, he stubbed the cigarette ashes under his foot, straightened up and left the corner.
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Nadia couldn't sleep peacefully, as she kept tossing around on the bed. At one point, she sat up, feeling thirsty, she climbed down the bed and went to the kitchen for water. While she was
