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In a familiar, one-story luxurious looking apartment, there sat a man wearing his usual pair of expensive looking suits, this time the coloring complementing his almost golden eyes, that stared at the occupants of the room very closely. Between his pointer and middle finger lay a lit tobacco cigarette, filing the room with its horrid and addicting smell. His right leg placed over his left as he leaned back, lips in a very tight smile.

Beside him was a middle-aged woman, around her late thirties but still looking beautiful. Her hair in a very elegant updo, glimmering under the light of the house as the light hits the precious stone. She had a flute of white wine in her hands, the other playing with the golden belt of her blood red dress. Her lips and nails matched the dress to a perfect T.