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... ed Light District Ops
The room was a mess of tired luxury. Velvet curtains hung like they'd given up, swaying weakly as the air conditioner hummed a death rattle. The scent of cheap roses mixed with stale smoke, clinging to everything like some kind of apology.
Souta leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, looking like he was at a high school reunion he didn't want to attend but somehow managed to make cool. His silver hair fell just enough to cover both eye, giv ...
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